The Tavern

Serving maids and drunken men

People from all walks of life

Coming here to lose their sorrows in ale.

But I cannot drink

I am here for a purpose

My destiny is at the door

I go to him

He reeks of mysticism

'Are you familiar with this signet?'

He is.

'Do now you know who it belongs to?'

He does

'Can you tell me who?'

He can.

'Well then, who?'

You know

Well that was no help at all...

Or was it?

You'll have to ponder this tommorow, 

it's getting late.