At long last, out of the storming rain that pelted against them, as if trying to hold them back, the pilgrims made it to Thal's Respite.
The cavern was lit and clean, the water inside crisp and clear. Incense lingered in the still air of the cave bring a sense of serenity and solace that a place of worship, especially for the departed, called for.
The pilgrims all made room for each other in the cavern, outside of the calming waters that surrounded the enclosure. Some weary from the trip sat down together in groups and others stood.
The bells rang once again.
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 "It is with gracious heart we start the night with some music."
 "Lady, would you please honor us and honor the Trader with your song."
Leanne Delphium flaps her fancy hat for a moment, trying to dry it before stepping forward. She bows first to Jancis, and afterwards to the crowd. "Hello, fellow pilgrims...! Name's Leanne Delphium, seasoned adventurer, owner of a fancy hat, and also, a pilgrim like all of you." she giggles.
"Pardon this young poet, and her perhaps bad lyrics...all I mean to is share this tale..." she pulls her bow-harp, craddling her instrument with love. Closing her eyes, she start plucking gentle, loose notes, giving background to her little tune.
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The cavern was lit and clean, the water inside crisp and clear. Incense lingered in the still air of the cave bring a sense of serenity and solace that a place of worship, especially for the departed, called for.
The pilgrims all made room for each other in the cavern, outside of the calming waters that surrounded the enclosure. Some weary from the trip sat down together in groups and others stood.
The bells rang once again.
 "It is with gracious heart we start the night with some music."
 "Lady, would you please honor us and honor the Trader with your song."
Leanne Delphium flaps her fancy hat for a moment, trying to dry it before stepping forward. She bows first to Jancis, and afterwards to the crowd. "Hello, fellow pilgrims...! Name's Leanne Delphium, seasoned adventurer, owner of a fancy hat, and also, a pilgrim like all of you." she giggles.
"Pardon this young poet, and her perhaps bad lyrics...all I mean to is share this tale..." she pulls her bow-harp, craddling her instrument with love. Closing her eyes, she start plucking gentle, loose notes, giving background to her little tune.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
Long long ago, a child was about.
His dreams were chaotic, disordered, uncontrolled.
One day he was an warrior, valiant and fearless.
Other day he was an sorcerer, wise and intelligent.
There was days he was a gatherer, taking from the land it's bounty.
As well as days he was a builder, meticulous and analytical.
One of these days, he found an old, old brick.
He showed it to his grandpa, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
Years years later, an young adult was about.
His dreams had a form, a body and a soul.
He began to build his first house, with the brick he had found.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
As the home was ready proud filled the grown man.
Prouder became the man, when the land began to prosper.
For a single house became two, for a single person became ten.
For two houses became twenty, ten person became several.
All inhabitants were happy and cheerful.
The coin circled around, in riches a town was found.
Everybody came curious, curious about this land.
Curious about it's founder, and his powerful secret.Â
What said the man, when asked about the success?
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
Years years afterwards, a town became a city.
Full of gold, silver and a thousand good souls.
It's symbol, the cowry, it's flag, a balance.
It lorded over commerce, it lorded over the underworld.
In the center was an old man, very wise, very smart.
Through course of life he saw, the fruits of his labor.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
Valiant and fearless, wise and intelligent, meticulous and analytical.
Such was the qualities of his people.
One of these days, his grandson came to him.
He had found a brick, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
His dreams were chaotic, disordered, uncontrolled.
One day he was an warrior, valiant and fearless.
Other day he was an sorcerer, wise and intelligent.
There was days he was a gatherer, taking from the land it's bounty.
As well as days he was a builder, meticulous and analytical.
One of these days, he found an old, old brick.
He showed it to his grandpa, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
Years years later, an young adult was about.
His dreams had a form, a body and a soul.
He began to build his first house, with the brick he had found.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
As the home was ready proud filled the grown man.
Prouder became the man, when the land began to prosper.
For a single house became two, for a single person became ten.
For two houses became twenty, ten person became several.
All inhabitants were happy and cheerful.
The coin circled around, in riches a town was found.
Everybody came curious, curious about this land.
Curious about it's founder, and his powerful secret.Â
What said the man, when asked about the success?
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
Years years afterwards, a town became a city.
Full of gold, silver and a thousand good souls.
It's symbol, the cowry, it's flag, a balance.
It lorded over commerce, it lorded over the underworld.
In the center was an old man, very wise, very smart.
Through course of life he saw, the fruits of his labor.
Sweat, tears and blood, sacrifices for the land.
Valiant and fearless, wise and intelligent, meticulous and analytical.
Such was the qualities of his people.
One of these days, his grandson came to him.
He had found a brick, eyes full of wonder.
With a warm smile, the parent told the child.
Of a story, very important, a lesson for life.
From all the wise words, a singular phrase stuck.
Blessed be Nald'thal, blessed be The Trader.
♪ ♬ ♩ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪
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