A new tune is circulating. The lyrics may are hardly refined, but the tune is catchy, and the song is almost jovial in its scorn for its subject. The Jukebox will obligingly play Quinlan‘s “Ode to Loksyr” on request.
Spoken Intro:
Of heroes I have spoken The best folks of their kith who challenge threats in the autumn world as well as those of myth.
Of champions of dark and light, We’ve all heard a tale or two, but it seems that the cowardly and brutish, rarely get their due.
There’s a lack of songs about scum the lowest of the low. It’s why I’m here to sing to you so that you might know.
Strum of Strings…
“Who beats a boggan on the way to her daughter? Who slaps a free woman down? What coward do we have here? Why it’s the shame among the Aesin! The fellow we call Loksyr!”
“Most warriors hope to fight a monster! Or at least a rival who also has steel but I’ll never understand a so called warrior who beats and tortures to get three square meals!”
“Oh Loksyr- Did the thought of dirty socks scare you?”
Each question thick with scorn.
“Is your own cooking really that gross? Did you keep her half starved for days because you were terrified oh yes, that you might have to iron your own clothes?”
Oh yes, scorn, sneering disgust, one can hear under the undercurrents the same tones one might say when peeling a cockroach off a boot.
“Oh I’ve never known a warrior afraid of wrinkles, in his fine fur trimmed cloak. And Loksyr if you ever dare, to try again Boggan fare! We all hope that on your cruelty you choke!”
“Who beats a boggan on the way to her daughter? Who slaps a free woman down? What coward do we have here? Why it’s the shame among the Aesin! The fellow we call Loksyr!”