Lurin
Paragon
There be twelve that made it,
There be twelve that guard it,
No more than twelve may seek it,
Some may be rewarded,
Some may die,
and some may wish they had.
Seek you out the box of wealth,
Drink you deeply to your health,
But be warned if you open a door of woe,
Death itself may become your foe.
-Unknown, repeats three times through out the Evening Thursday and Friday night, sounds to be a chorus of voices.
There be twelve that guard it,
No more than twelve may seek it,
Some may be rewarded,
Some may die,
and some may wish they had.
Seek you out the box of wealth,
Drink you deeply to your health,
But be warned if you open a door of woe,
Death itself may become your foe.
-Unknown, repeats three times through out the Evening Thursday and Friday night, sounds to be a chorus of voices.