Be Careful, There’s Treasure Near!

(Verse 1) We stepped into the delve, just me and Brann, He’s got a map, a torch, and absolutely no plan. I’m sneaking past mobs, trying not to die, But Brann yells “Be careful!” like I’m not even trying. (Chorus) Be careful! — Brann screams in my ear, There’s treasure near! — yeah mate, I can hear. Every five steps he’s shouting again, I swear this dwarf is gonna be my end. (Verse 2) I’m fighting three elites, barely holding on, Brann’s looting urns like nothing’s wrong. He shouts “There’s treasure near!” while I’m getting mauled, Pretty sure this whole expedition should be recalled. (Chorus) Be careful! — as I’m dodging a spear, There’s treasure near! — he says with cheer. Brann’s enthusiasm is truly sincere, But I need healing, not dwarven commentary. (Bridge) He’s climbing rubble, he’s poking traps, He’s reading plaques while I collapse. If I had a gold coin for every warning he gave, I’d buy a mount and retire from caves. (Final Chorus) Be careful! — echoes through the hall, There’s treasure near! — he shouts to the wall. But despite the chaos, I’m glad he’s here… ’Cause delves are better with a dwarf in your ear.