The fire is crackling and burning bright,
chasing away the dark and the cold of the night.
The sorceress rummages through her backpack,
then smiles and takes out some magic snack.
Sweet sticky marshmellows appear in her hand,
lifting the mood better than any wands can.
Drieske tacks them on top of some twigs,
and then passes around those promising sticks.
Snuggling up against her dear knight Gunnar,
she stares in the flames, wrapped up in wonder.
Where would this tale lead them to
and what deeds would they yet have to do...
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