by: Dasshara Lornyl, Lady Merchant of Neverwinter date: 1306 DR source: The Sword Never Sleeps So I let them take my horses tall, My chest of coins, wagons eleven, My best boots, sword, and all, For no thief can find or measure My greatest carried treasure— In my head, crown secrets seven. Through Neverwinter’s cobbled streets, Where buried well a warmth pours forth, The river shines and history meets, With craftsmen skilled and trade so vast, This city's heart, both first and last, The shining Jewel of the North. [Chorus] Deals completing, Coinage strong, Journeys meeting, Trader's Song. In Nasher’s halls, where justice reigns, He rules the wealthy gentle lands. The Hall of Justice steady gains, The Gauntlet keeps the wilds at bay, Yet rivals plot and forces stray, In the City of Skilled Hands. Beneath the charm, the trade goes sour, The Lords of Water-Deep advance. The Water-clocks chime every hour, With quiet deals and coin exchanged, Allegiances are rearranged, To leave the merchant’s fate to chance. [Chorus] Deals completing, Coinage strong, Journeys meeting, Trader's Song. From River District’s flowing stream, Driven by the winds and oar. The docks bring riches and a dream. A harbor wide, where ships do stay, The sailor’s song both night and day, Brings them back to Eigersstor. Though winter’s chill may frost the stone, The city guard will never waver. And banners fall when seeds are sown, The city’s fire, its unquenched flame, Will rise again, with new acclaim, And crown the town with fortune's favor. So take my wares where they belong, And dance ye to my Trader's Song.
