Shall I tell you now my story, and of how a likely lad,
became the God of Murder, replacing Dear old Dad!
Well, I never knew my mother, or by what name she was known,
She died while giving birth to me, an orphan all alone.

I was blessed with strength except'nal, tough, and quick for all my size,
Quite smarter than my elders, though no one would call me wise.
But the ugliest of children, and the homliest of youths,
People said ``I'd no charisma´´; they weren't that far from the truth!

(Chorus:) 
     Oh this life as an adventure isn't working as it should,
     for I'm trying to do evil, but I _keep on doing good_!

Adopted by a Harper, I was raised in Candlekeep,
I was safe within the library, and bored enough to weep!
My true father was a mystery, in my youth and childhood,
For the monks thought being ignorant would help to make me good!

I rebelled against restrictions, ``Be polite´´, ``Show more respect´´,
(They saved freedom for the learnéd, as you probably expect.)
With my sword my greatest passion, and a fondness for the bow,
I did dream myself a Bandit Lord, but had no place to go.


Joia's flamedance ring.
Gellana and Samuel
Firebead Elvenhair's History of the Fateful Coin
Bjornin
Marl and Dunkin  -- kill first
Silke and Garrick  (kill because price lowered.)