We camped in the shadow of Hillsfar stone, Cold walls hummin’ trouble in their bones, By morning light the fifth one came, Legion back, changin’ face, changin’ name. Aid on our shoulders, fire in our hands, Laughin’ how fate makes terrible plans. Vivika sang while Haas just stared, Coin on the floor, fear in the air, Brannik in the corner, G&Tea slow, Mixing regrets with herbs he knows. Kojak by the trees lookin’ for a spark, One bad toke lit up the dark, Brannik said, “That won’t do, friend,” And Kojak never left again. Legion swung first, Haas didn’t move, Truth came out in a changeling groove, No one died, somehow we stayed, That’s how Those Misfits got made. Send in the clowns, ring the bell Gold goes missin’, chaos swells Axes swing and bombs ignite Cowbell calls the rage tonight Laugh it off, bleed it out That’s what adventurin’s about If it’s loud and goin’ wrong… Send in the clowns, sing the song Through Hillsfar gates, round and round, Little Pip danced without a sound, “Lion’s Mane and Tail,” he said with cheer, Then vanished clean as our gold disappeared. Brannik rang the barroom bell, Bad idea, rang it well. Haas went live, chairs took flight, A bar patriot learned the meaning of height, Barkeep screamed, “You break, you pay!” But our coin had walked away. Circus tent east, that’s where he stays, “Get your gold — don’t bring him back,” he says. Send in the clowns, open wide Painted smiles, bowling pins juggling, and flinging cream pies Dissonant whispers cut the air Fire and arrows everywhere Vines snap shut, voices boom Thaumaturgy seals the doom Three go down, the rest retreat, Send in the clowns, feel defeat Eight came runnin’ from the cart, Bramble bomb grabbed Pip’s black heart, “Call them off,” the cleric said, Fear rang louder than the dead. Gold returned, pride in shreds, Pip walked off countin’ debts. Back to the tavern, debts all paid, Spent the day tradin’ coin for fate, Night fell soft outside the wall, Haas went blank, Kojak ate it all. Vivika vanished with a bugbear grin, Legion shared food, Brannik read by flame. Send in the clowns, pack it in We’ll wake up broken, do it again Steel, spells, and poor life choice plans, That’s how legends get their hands If tomorrow keeps coming… Send in the clowns. We’ll meet ’em again soon.
