Nils spent a lot of time by a campfire thinking about the last mission. He composed an ode with a charcoal pencil. Very reflective of all the feelings after the drain.
O tell me now, ye dark and cold
Why hast the sun gone out?
What cold and slimy spout
Hath devour’d advent’rers bold?
Was it for a shining ring,
Or for a chance to see the queen,
Was it to escape the light
That reminds them all how slight
Their chances are to leave their past
And find redemption at the last?
Was it for a bag of gold?
Or for a destiny to hold?
Through tentacles that sought to sting
And mushroom-headed men, with ire
Who sought to flee the faerie fire
They found the crown that was a ring
Through jaws that took the wizard young
Caught by the evil magic flung
Up through the spine of winding snake
Through charm and courage they did take
The prize which carried hidden power
And unlocked chaos in the tower
Until the pupil’s messaging
The rescuing archmage did bring.
What was it in the dark you sought?
Was it the mystery, or the prize?
What made you give up your true size
To journey through that slimy spot?
Once warriors traveling on the earth
You drew your weapons, proved your worth
And saved a princess in a pinch
Why are you now only an inch?
To show yourself that from the deep
You can rise whole again and keep
The honor which cannot be bought
But for which must be bravely fought.
Triple M! Ye mighty, think!
And ne’er again go down a sink.
