Mud and grass grow tall
amongst indifferent trees.
Blood stain on the rocks
Now, what happened here?
Well paid thieves stalk from bushes
and spear the party.
Spared lives - mouths kept shut -
loosened only by epics
told by the warforged.
Camp full of supplies -
kept from the needy, from sight
Unnecessary.
The trees watch on to
the misgivings of people -
silent again in
Sleep. Rest now, spared ones -
your sins fade in the Light if
you resist the dark.