» Mon Oct 03, 2011 12:19 pm
Out on the Western Reach, born and raised
In the forest was where I spent most of my days
Trapping, hunting, sneaking all cool
While gathering herbs by a freshwater pool
When a couple of orcs who were up to no good
Started making trouble by spilling blood
We lost a few men, and my clan got scared
"We're sending you to Riften way east over there"
I joined a caravan and when we got near
to the city, an old man pulled me down by my ear
If anything, I'd say this Esbern was mean
I got mad. "Forget it! You're causing a scene!"
I pulled out my dagger, and then seven or eight
guards grabbed me roughly. "You're going to jail!
Today's a holy feast, no violence allowed!"
Now I sit here in prison, fearfully cowed.