"From the Wall" Wall patrol, dull days Practicing haiku instead Kalidris chatters Quetzal refugees Charr on the move, dragon-bound Could have used a wall Wafting sea breeze stirs Quaggan pod swims nearby Hidden krait drops, dead Chill lingers past dawn Thin ice forms, fires are ablaze An eerie quiet —By Soma Whispersong --- "Deldrimor Digs" Spent years in a shelter with skritts Surrounded by baubles, not wits Thought that was my end Wish Ogden could mend The rest of my bloomin' stone bits They call me Stonehealer, it's true But not in a way that helps you While you might attest By the Great Dwarf, I'm blessed For now, you'll have to make do It's a wonder the two of you thrive While most of us didn't survive Look, I'm a damn ghost The Consul Tomb's host At least you're still bloody alive —Orated by Rhoban Orestriker, Ogden Stonehealer, and Frodak Steelstar —Transcribed by Kurt Bengtsson --- "This Has a Name" The moot is loud, but you are near Hold my hand, and lend an ear I love you, Beg, your arms, so strong Tattoos you show, they run along Your neck, your chest, and belly, too Your soft keen eyes, a chestnut hue The other norn, they can't compare To my beau Beg, my love, my bear Of a man, whose legend still grows By day, by night, 'til felled by foes Be it by dragon, dredge, or beast 'Til then we'll tussle, hustle, and feast For when I fret, this has a name I know it well, 'tis love to blame —By Kurt Bengtsson