Lo'Muu..

Turns out I got commissioned ta sing a song fer the drow matron, who keeps givin' me these lovely pearls... Good thing I was rollin' drunk when she asked me ta sing it in the tavern in front of other folks.

♫There be a name tha' whispers o'er the rock...

Hush'd, but insistant to entice the ear...♫

♫ Commandin' ev'ry wanderer ta flock,

An' listen closely, lest they chance ta 'ear..♫

♫ Lo'Muu... tha' low murmur eminates..

No fleetin' roar or finite cry o' kings..♫

♫But rather constancy, weaved throughout fates,

To touch the mountains an' the smallest things..♫

♫What eye does nah acknowledge an offense

From mighty storms an' fiery wrath o' wars?♫

♫But tha' same eye would miss the bold events,

O' lappin' water shapin' all the shores.♫

♫An' so - Lo'Muu - the name resounds so deep,

As deadly in sweet patience as the breeze..♫

♫Refreshin' as yer drift off inta sleep..

But deadly: when, by night, yer soul doth freeze..♫