Those who have come or gone from the Last Stand in the last day may have seen the great Hin bard, Kristo performing his latest poem:
Grog the half-orc went into the mine For what was to be a splendid time. With his trusty companion Kristo in tow He went looking for gnolls to lay them low.
Wearing a spiked helmet that hurts to the touch Grog's strength in battle is simply too much. With Kristo there to observe every move After a few dead gnolls Grog had found his groove.
When all was done he collected his treasure Killing gnolls is what Grog does for pleasure. He knocks them down, then takes their stuff The Underdark's a place for only the tough.
Dead gnolls, dead gnolls all bloody and gory Sure there were others with Grog But this ain't their story.