Posted in the darkest places, at waist high for all you human faces Oh me, Oh my, What a surprise, I need someone to sell things from dead guys.

Reputable or non, Criminal or Pawn, Wealth abound For items from a man, Round.

Last remnants you see, From the Bandit Plopilee Fireheart's wares, Sold to those without snares,

Search High, Search Low, In the sanctuary Below, Leave word at the town of Goblin, For that seek wealth of dead min,

And your pockets rich, shall be. When you buy the dead councilor's goods, from me.

-Rhymin' Simin, the Bardastic, mercanistic Gob-lin