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Sigurd
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Let's hear your best efforts...
There was a young elf from Mag Mell
Who tried to find something to sell
He couldn't sell swords,
To the ravaging hordes,
So he sold his soul to hell...
A dwarf was plodding along
When he heard an awful song
He looked around sharply,
Saw a face like a harpy,
And realized 'twas him all along
Apologies, but I'm tired... I'll come up with better ones in the morning
There was a young elf from Mag Mell
Who tried to find something to sell
He couldn't sell swords,
To the ravaging hordes,
So he sold his soul to hell...
A dwarf was plodding along
When he heard an awful song
He looked around sharply,
Saw a face like a harpy,
And realized 'twas him all along
Apologies, but I'm tired... I'll come up with better ones in the morning