Dear sir

would you be able te' scribe several copys of a book and if so what would be the rate for such a thing.

I thank you

Thane Runehammer

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Sir,

Send the text of the book you'd like made and I'll see what I can do.

- The Scrivener

my thanks, here is a copy of the book, if you could scribe a neat coppy i would be much obliged, any coin required will be payed when you want

Master Smith Runehammer

Helkesst SONGS FROM THE DEEP: A COLLECTION OF HENNRICK HAMMERHAND’S ORIGINAL MUSIC

DER DRINKING HORN

Deep below ve stand united by need und from vithin dis town ve fight our fall So hold high your drinking horns mine friends be merry, be mellow, und joyous all

Oh all der gold dat ever mine had mine happily spent it vith my dvarfen kin Dependable, solid, und faithful true none may match dese steadfast few

Und all de songs dat ever mine sung vell received dey vere, by carefree hin Nimble, sage, und sunny dey be der hearts are bigger in size by three

Und of der riddles mine tried to unlock vell-learned gnomes, dey spoke der key Logical, rational, und very astute librarian minds dat are most acute

Und all der so very bright human lives, have to mine been naught but good company Passionate, feeling, und of varied outlook each writ different as pages from un book

Und artistic beauty mine has seen done by elves images frozen in mine memory's hall Sensitive, unchanging, und ephemeral seeming Like der vision from der immortal mind dreaming Und of stony perseverance der many other races I speak Intolerance, brutality, und bigotry you face yet you carry on vith courage und grace

Deep below ve stand united by need und from vithin dis town ve fight our fall So hold high your drinking horns my friends be merry, be mellow, und joyous all

Be merry, be mellow, und joyous all

DER ROTHE

Der rothe, der rothe, der glorious beast. Und stoic goot friend, und a tasty feast!

It is a vondrous thing der rothe. It can fetch, play dead, und can carry us bothe-- or you can lead it on a string!

Der rothe, der rothe, der glorious beast. Und stoic goot friend, und a tasty feast!

Der duergar from der deep below, call it und shaggy pet. Und surely dey must know-- on dis mine vould place und bet!

Der rothe, der rothe, der glorious beast. Und stoic goot friend, und a tasty feast!

So tell your papa just vhere a rothe can be got. Und if he is rich he vill buy you vone-- but den again maybe not!

BATTLE SONG OF SANCTUARY

Vith a ho und a hey, off to der battle ve go! Farevell to der lasses und by-your-leave to der lords. Off to der battle ve go! Gootbye to der sprog und gootbye to der spawn. Off to de battle ve go!

Sharpen your steel und rewrap your maces. Off to der battle ve go! To kill un drow und lay low der beasties. Off to der battle ve go! To find your goot name und lay claim your courage. Off to der battle ve go!

Though ve may fall und die, ve vill defend our loved homes. Off to battle we go! For clan, kith, und kin, ve spit into death's face. Off to der battle ve go! Stonger by far, our spirits indominatable. Off to der battle ve go!

So vith a ho und a hey, und a hey und a ho, off to der battle ve go!

JA! Vith a ho und a hey, und a hey und a ho, off to der battle ve go!

VERMIN

Far, far below und under der streets. Und lycanthropic foe, stealthily creeps.

Five enter deep, through grime und muck. Passed drip und seep, to find der luck.

Skitter-skat, skitter-skat. Enchanted blades snicker, hammers splat.

Rabid foes, furry blight. Bloody pools, entrails bright.

Sharps under foot, choking gases here und dere. Firey flame und soot, monstrous rats of 'vere'.

Und after der foes all fall, der magic might all vasted. Five return to tornbeard hall, der battle lust all sated.

MOVING ON

Companions dat ve cherish, are alvays der vones to leave us und spirits of strength der first to pass avay Nasty und merciless death how often it bereaves us of all dat made joy life’s most darkest day

Ve stand und vatch der deep und vinding river to hear der echoes of und creaking slip Dat bears der loved vones from us forever on und divine und magical trip

Mine friends know dat der kin's heart's ache from der recent lost ve have sustained Vaves of sorrow ve feel from death's boat's vake und drowning are ve, our present thoughts pained

Cruel fate has come und tried to break our clan transporting our lost brothers un very great distance But ve must carry on-- both voman und man und our sorrowed vills must seek der resistance

Vith der vaters having taken our kin back to creation dem having shucked off der mortal coil Dey vould vant us to hold heads high und carry on our calloused hands vorking der stone--blackened vith soil

In knowledge ve must be secure, dat ve vill all meet again Und to der even hand of death, ve must be forgiving Some day in der future, ve vill reuinite in der halls of Moradin but for now rememember strong--dat life ist for der living

Dear Sir,

Please come by when next is convenient to put up as many copies of the text as you'd like.

The Scrivener

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