Hey Blaine, can Frume make time to see me? How's life? Tell Jorad 'bout Torm's family Haven't seen Leotian in awhile We've been good, learning 'cause we're clever We small talk, wine and the weather Resistance is up and we know why-ee-i-ee-i Sword Coast support offered up to me Emerald Enclave out there for us to find Gave orders and left us to deci-ee-i-ee-ide So this is me joinin' the Harpers Travellin' to Daggerford over the course of many nights We won't be back to Secomber for some time Meetin' with Celobahn, hirin' to a caravan Room and board, teenage wards, and a gold piece a day Guardin' Oyn Evernoar, hopin' these exotic birds can fight Be at Baldur's gate in two fortnight-ee-ight-ee-ights Fourth day, not doin' too much sleepin' Two sisters cryin' 'cause I'll be leavin' Wetted with wine, by moonlight we did it all-ee-all-ee-all Then hobglobin ambushers, call the beautiful Cunts Watch us laughin' as we shatter these runts Gonna be negotiations in the covoy-ee-oy-ee-oy And then the gnome came, the drunk days When she crept up to our fire You showed us all the bone, all we showed cultists was our ire-ee-ire-ee-ire So this is us not swallowin' bone Standin' outside caravan in the night-ee-ight And we go back to the cultists for a fight Turns out teamwork ain't nothin' but distraction Rummaging, invisibling, lingering like it's all just fine Could go back to Secomber, turn around and change the Cunts minds Still I'd go forth to the B Gate all the time Miss your flaxen hair, sweet smile So good to me, so right Wish I could kill this filthy noble in the night On day 25 Cunts came alive Maybe it's just spider fightin' Probably I was night nightin' But when Brick got big we we killed them all-ee-all-ee-all We'd go back to stop a murder, but we can't So if the crowd is on our side, we understand So this is us ownin' the cultists Standing in front of them saying they hid all their short swords And we go on to Baldur's Gate Turns out crowd work ain't nothin but dissin' them Wishin' you'd realized you had never accused the Cunts We'd go back to Secomber, turn around and watch cultists in the night I'd go back to Secomber, with the sisters change my own mind I go back to Secomber all the time All the rhymes