Days have slipped by unnoticed,
There have been some changes,
We are at the walls now of their ancient dwelling,
The door is being swept off it’s hinges,
Last time we were afraid, but today there is no fear
Our foes, they have waited and their time has drawn near,
Their scouts speak uncertainty, swiftly they are slain,
It’s time to assemble near that old hill again,
Onward we will march, we will take what is ours,
Meet me at the Gallows, of Gundslag Tower,
And help my hungry blade, bring it a head to devour
The Bilge Master
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