Sheets of papers can be found in Waterdeep, with the following on them

Said Nobleman Arthur Deepgates From the deepest of Hell's Gates Noble and rich by inheritance Foul by devilish influence

Although made from Abyssal Fire His heart's sculpted from a glacier First he shows hope and temptation But only to bring depression

For every coin Arthur lent, A soul to Hell's mines he sent In his vault, under all his gold, Lie the pacts with bound souls he hold.

"Woe on those who critics" Says him who the devils he mimics. Leave him to dry his halls of gold Parched from Hells he himself sold.

-Blue Scarf

After being bullied into the Undermountain, surviving through all those traps, where many have fallen, to be granted a wish, denied of the results twice, I find myself in a pit hole, a lawless hell hole.

The first thief has paid for his crime, perhaps a bit harshly.

The following is scribbled quickly

First thief of my time Paid for his crime Crushed into oblivion By a giant peon.

Second thief of my time Has done a running rhyme By imitating the above, Still at large in this cove.

Ode to Cail Durris

Sanctuary Sergeant Durris To all thugs, their sworn nemesis Barking order after order

A fortress of woed anger An explosion breaching his wall Reveals his nature to all

Cail waked up with conviction To defend a wicked nation His iron fist, as a father, Kept in line his troublemaker

A thousand bandits fell to him A thousand weapons to fall him May he rest in lasting peace Peace he strived for never cease