Deep through the woods we did roam,
All sorts of strange beasts were at home!
With Starrbolt in tow, Toward the evils we'd go,
Fighting brambles and trees and foul loam.

A healer most evil we found,
Swords clanged in flesh all around.
The Edan we killed, every drop of blood spilled,
Elves of terror, we are now renowned!

Strongbow, he donned her dark gown,
As Starr and I, gold shared, when found.
Von took off his helm, thusly wandered the realm,
Towards the river we went with no sound.

A harpy or two we discovered,
While grizzlies nearby fiercely hovered.
A spectre emerged, as the fight quickly surged.
An eagle soared, cried, from above heard.

An ominous clanging, a sickle!
What manner of healer so fickle?
To carry bardiche, Concealed like some strange fish!
Those harpies were soon in a pickle!

"Tis I, the Grim Healer!" Von cried,
As harpies their last breaths they sighed.
"I slash, maim and parry! Nalynn, gold will carry!"
"And Starrbolt! He gleams with great pride!"

Elves of Tel Mithrim are we!
The evils we'll kill for a fee!
With Von, the Grim Healer, And Nalynn the stealer
Of hides, gold and gems, you'll agree!