The Cat Who Walks in Shadows

He wears a smile of wicked grace A simple cat, you think you face Just a traveler seeking warm sands With calluses upon his hands But look into those golden eyes Before you speak your little lies He knows your name, he knows your debt Before the sun has even set He is just a humble servant, yes? With nothing hidden in his vest But watch your purse and watch your throat When you hear this jagged note! Raise a glass to Razum-dar! The sharpest claw, the brightest star He walks where others fear to tread The Queen’s own shadow, born and bred "This one" sees what you conceal With velvet paw and hidden steel Oh, never trust the smiling cat Or you’ll end up simply... flat! He’s worn the clothes of noble lords And danced upon the edges of swords In Summerset, the elves look down Upon the cat who roams the town But while they polish pristine spires He’s putting out the secret fires For Ayrenn’s rule, he prowls the night To keep the Eagle’s banner bright He asks for nothing but a drink And maybe time to sit and think But if you threaten Queen or kin... That is when the games begin! Raise a glass to Razum-dar! The sharpest claw, the brightest star He walks where others fear to tread The Queen’s own shadow, born and bred "This one" sees what you conceal With velvet paw and hidden steel Oh, never trust the smiling cat Or you’ll end up simply... flat! So buy him mead and treat him well He has a thousand tales to tell The First Cat of the Dominion’s Pride With a dagger by his side... "This one thanks you for the drink."