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The adventurers were set upon

by large, ferocious badgers

the druid, Mako, friends had made

and soon the fight was done

Soft-hearted were the company

No bloodshed did they make,

the badgers sleeping peacefully

due to Mako’s strong animal husbandry

Still the rescuing was not yet finished

only the servants had been saved

the viscount in the forest lay

its dangers still unwitnessed

To save the servants one and all

a plan was swiftly hatched

to make badgers of all of them

to cover them with piss and prevent a future brawl

Musked they would all be secure

while the adventurers went on further

to the Pel Brolenon Woodland

their return still unassured

The fair orc Seta would have it none

no piss would she abide

The adventurers would not let her die

when their story had so soon begun

And so they entreated mightily

this organized orcish maid

that should she not drench herself

she’d be eviscerated violently

They posed to her the last dilemma

her honor would ever know

to come with them to Pel Brolenon

or scent herself a badger fella

The forest or the piss?

The forest or the piss?

The rending claws of badger death

Or the forest’s dark abyss?

The forest or the piss?

The forest or the piss?

The rending claws of badger death

Or the forest’s dark abyss?