Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-6069202-20130621224334/@comment-8209010-20130628170445

Drabjolf: The name's Drabjolf. I'm a Stormcloak auxiliary. I'm a Skald, a warrior-bard. Now, let's see if I remember...

He starts singing in a strange style, the likes of which are unknown to Tamriel.

"Let me entertain you with some quotations over cadence,

You see, I bear some rare amazing information

and you look like someone who is used to strange situations.

There is a hidden portal, within the Bard's College,

He came through it, an immortal, to impart knowlege,

about an other-worldy form of Redguard Sonnet,

They took a thumping drum beat and said bars on it.

I wandered through Solitude, departed Haafingar, past Hjaalmarch, through the Reach east of Markarth.

I reached the Whiterun Hold,

I preached in rhyme and told the people that the need to speak was higher than the price of gold.

Nothing can beat soul,

not even sweetrolls,

I've got it locked like a pick stuck in a keyhole.

By the Nine Divines, my rhyme's a sight to be-hold.

My freeholds are threefold,

I rock the property chain, cause I'm the top bloody Thane, in this Monopoly game.

With each rap my Speechcraft keeps stacking,

If you could see the graph you'd actually be laughing.

Like Jurgen Windcaller, my words'll bring more disorder

than mixing Skooma in an Orcish brigand's drink order.

You should use the bars of the Bard deep inside you,

and til' we meet again friend,

Talos guide you."