[A haggard parchment lay in a desolate corner of Goblintown]

The Cutthroat's Apology -------------------------------- Old woman, sleeping calm. Old woman, hear my song.

I loved a coin purse, bursting and gold. I loved a coin purse, thoughtless and cold.

She was not mine, though I yearned. She was not mine, though I was hers.

I had not food, and I had not a spade. I had not a hope, but I had a blade.

Blood frightened me, sacred and ethereal. Blood frightened me, splattered over your meal.

I thought it would love me. I thought it might set me free.

Old woman, silent and wan. Old woman, I hope you understand.

-Baelara, a table at Fort Mur.