Neth, he elfily disappeared
without a trace in the water
‘Ere we put the demon
out of his agony…
Dirk, he left us
after the slaughter
near the dam
to hoard dreams of being dragony.
The three that were left -gob, orc and me
Needing to rebuild the party
Returned to town
and what we found
looks to be a soul-darkening bummer:
For lack of alternative
(and instincts self-preservative)
we’ve teamed with a slimy dark gunslinger
and a dim-witted elven summoner.

Don’t trust them, those two
Not even one breath…
Their motives are suspect-
They claim they want Neth?
I’ll keep my eyes on them
And that creepy Outsider..
(Though he really was helpful
in killing that spider
we found up the mountain
near the dragon-bone lair;
and then liberating
the stone giant’s necklace,
so high in the air.)
While the elven fool is truly grating
It’s really his eidolon
I find myself hating….
It’s early yet but I can see
that we two shall soon be vying
to tell which one – the beastie or me
will handle this party’s flying.