From tither to yon and then back 'round again.
No four walls of mine own, the road my only friend.
Don't come to me sorrow'd or full of remorse
As I would do naught to stray from my life's course.
A vagrant, a sellsword, marauder and merc.
I've been called these things trying to pin down my worth.
But in the warm glow of a tavern's kind walls
After three cups in, I know where their eyes fall.
Sit down for a drink, and forget your sorrows!
Let all your concerns disappear 'til tomorrow!
For many a tankard and story have spilled
At Momodi's Adventurer's Guild
No four walls of mine own, the road my only friend.
Don't come to me sorrow'd or full of remorse
As I would do naught to stray from my life's course.
A vagrant, a sellsword, marauder and merc.
I've been called these things trying to pin down my worth.
But in the warm glow of a tavern's kind walls
After three cups in, I know where their eyes fall.
Sit down for a drink, and forget your sorrows!
Let all your concerns disappear 'til tomorrow!
For many a tankard and story have spilled
At Momodi's Adventurer's Guild
