You think Cormanthor stands so splendid and mighty that none can touch us? How so? Our lords strut and sneer and tell tales
of what heroics their fathers' fathers did, when the world was young and we fought dragons barehanded moon in and moon out.
And our sons boast of how much bolder they'll be, and can't even down a flagon of tripleshroom without falling over! Every year
the axes of the humans nibble at the edges of our fair forests, and their mages grow stronger. Every year their adventurers
grow bolder, and fewer of our patrols pass through a season without losing blood!
We trust too much and we are too blue-eyed
We get careless and we will fail
And we will wake up when it's too late
Tower of power is crashing down My life will be erased, no files will be found
