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Aerthrin 04-03-06, 10:20 PM

E'er I've roamed, the hills of long stride, an' far o'er cold mountains, to the plains stretching wide. Through the thickenin' wood, an' the swamplands so gray, all o'er Toril, I roam where I may... From the halls made of silver, dressed full by the moon, to the dale of longshadows, an' rich Calimport's boon. From the island of the elves, an' the dwarves mithral hold, the Gate, an' cruel Luskan, near the rivers of gold... E'er I journey, an' where 'er I roam, no place has so held me, like this city, our home... For the Deep be a lady, both splendid an' grand, where the cruel set to plotting, an' the bold make a stand. The Adventurer's Quarter, the Castle Ward's stocks, Virgin's Square, the fair Market, an' my favorite, the Docks... The women so lovely, the men a fine cut, those common, walk proudly, whilst' the noblefolk strut. It's a place where your fortune, be yours for the take, where hopes can soar high, an' hearts oft' can break. So ask me my friends, what the other town's lack, an' three words I'll 'er answer... Finn, the Black. ================================ Heh, hope ye likes, I used it to introduce a group in a rough-shod way to the Splendid City, might be you can too. //Aer