BLACKBROOK FORGE — THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM AT THE TABLE

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(Verse 1)
The candles burn low in the old guild hall,
Maps on the table and names on the wall.
Boots by the doorway, rain on the floor,
Another soul knocking at the weathered old door.

Philan reads softly, "Something ain't right..."
A beast in the forest only hunts in moonlight.
Thaurissa just smiles and says, "Gather around,"
"Nobody stands alone when the Guild's in town."

(Pre-Chorus)
Some carry scars, some carry blame,
Some lost their homes, some changed their names.
But when the darkness comes to call,
We rise together, one and all.

(Chorus)
When nobody came, we answered the call,
Beneath banners of honor that hung in this hall.
Bring what you carry, we'll shoulder it all,
There is always room at the table.
Raise up your cup, let the old stories flow,
Family is chosen by the oaths that we hold.
No crown and no blood decide who belongs,
There is always room at the table.

(Verse 2)
Ysara remembers the kingdoms long gone,
The fools and the tyrants, the right and the wrong.
The Ivy Witch whispers to roots underground,
"Heal what is broken before burning it down."

The Carnival laughs, "I absolutely had a plan!"
While half of the Guild asks, "Since when?"
Ghorza says "No," and the room falls still,
While Urzakka asks, "Did everybody eat their fill?"

(Pre-Chorus)
The lost and the weary, the battered and small,
The world may forget them, but we'll hear their call.
No matter the burden, no matter the cost,
We stand for the ones the world has lost.

(Bridge)
Skritch says, "Doors are optional."
Nix replies, "The paperwork says otherwise."
"Was there always two goblins?"
Nobody knows.
Nobody agrees.
Nobody cares.

Because when the storm rolls in,
And hope burns thin,
Every chair is filled again.

(Final Chorus)
When nobody came, we answered the call,
For the mighty and broken, the great and the small.
Bring your skill, keep your oath, stand tall,
There is always room at the table.
Long after kingdoms have risen and fallen,
Long after the old heroes fade,
They'll remember this hall...
And the misfits who somehow made it work.

(Outro)
The candles burn low in the old guild hall,
Maps on the table and names on the wall.
Until the next knock comes echoing through—
We'll save you a chair.
There's room here for you.

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BLACKBROOK FORGE — THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM AT THE TABLE (Verse 1) The candles burn low in the old guild hall, Maps on the table and names on the wall. Boots by the doorway, rain on the floor, Another soul knocking at the weathered old door. Philan reads softly, "Something ain't right..." A beast in the forest only hunts in moonlight. Thaurissa just smiles and says, "Gather around," "Nobody stands alone when the Guild's in town." (Pre-Chorus) Some carry scars, some carry blame, Some lost their homes, some changed their names. But when the darkness comes to call, We rise together, one and all. (Chorus) When nobody came, we answered the call, Beneath banners of honor that hung in this hall. Bring what you carry, we'll shoulder it all, There is always room at the table. Raise up your cup, let the old stories flow, Family is chosen by the oaths that we hold. No crown and no blood decide who belongs, There is always room at the table. (Verse 2) Ysara remembers the kingdoms long gone, The fools and the tyrants, the right and the wrong. The Ivy Witch whispers to roots underground, "Heal what is broken before burning it down." The Carnival laughs, "I absolutely had a plan!" While half of the Guild asks, "Since when?" Ghorza says "No," and the room falls still, While Urzakka asks, "Did everybody eat their fill?" (Pre-Chorus) The lost and the weary, the battered and small, The world may forget them, but we'll hear their call. No matter the burden, no matter the cost, We stand for the ones the world has lost. (Chorus) When nobody came, we answered the call, Beneath banners of honor that hung in this hall. Bring what you carry, we'll shoulder it all, There is always room at the table. Raise up your cup, let the old stories flow, Family is chosen by the oaths that we hold. No crown and no blood decide who belongs, There is always room at the table. (Bridge) Skritch says, "Doors are optional." Nix replies, "The paperwork says otherwise." "Was there always two goblins?" Nobody knows. Nobody agrees. Nobody cares. Because when the storm rolls in, And hope burns thin, Every chair is filled again. (Final Chorus) When nobody came, we answered the call, For the mighty and broken, the great and the small. Bring your skill, keep your oath, stand tall, There is always room at the table. Long after kingdoms have risen and fallen, Long after the old heroes fade, They'll remember this hall... And the misfits who somehow made it work. (Outro) The candles burn low in the old guild hall, Maps on the table and names on the wall. Until the next knock comes echoing through— We'll save you a chair. There's room here for you.

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