The sorceress steps up and approaches the scene,
her eyes alert, all of her senses very keen.
She sees the casualties, sprawled on the ground,
a sight that even the bravest would daunt.
Looking ahead she relaxes and lowers her bow,
since the dark one has nowhere left to go.
Trusting fully in the lady Rwhen's might,
she boldy addresses the dark knight.
Why did you villains attack my friends?
You should know where hostility ends.
Tell us the cause of this hostility,
I recognise you as one of the nobility.
We are no scum, bandits, outlaws nor thieves!,
but still no answer, and a sigh the sorceress heaves.
We are on a noble quest for this ladle-prince;
do explain, or to lil' pieces we will you mince.
Drieske stares and waits, her mouth set firm,
anxious to know if he will accept her term.
Her green eyes flash, in her fist the knife,
in case of threat determined to take his life
Let us bind him and drag him to the inn:
we can question him better when we are within.
And thus the party mounts and trots over yonder,
the silent black knight still a mute wonder...
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