Threvian Drinking Song #The Tavern

(Verse 1 – The Troubadour Arrives!) A troubadour with mandolin is in the hall tonight, He’s spying on the women to their husbands’ worried fright. He’s tuning up his strings now—it won’t be very long, Before you’re in the swing of a Threvian drinking song! The ale is tall and cold! – The coins are all of gold! The crowd is growing bold! – For another tall and cold! An old Threv in the corner is drinking Herul straight, He’s been here since they closed up old mine shaft number eight. A pair of Everblue raiders are cheating at the dice, A Threv draws steel—and with a squeal, they flee into the night! (Chorus – Raise Your Mugs!) The drinks are cold and strong! – The crowd will sing along! Nothing can go wrong! – In a Threvian drinking song! We finished off the Herul, so we started on the Ree, Some old lass with a mule-like face has her sights set on me. She’s looking rather rough, but it’s getting late, Two more mugs and a draft of Ree—by gods, she’s looking great! (Chorus – The Night Rages On!) The drinks are cold and strong! – The crowd is now a throng! The night is always long! – In a Threvian drinking song! (Verse 4 – A Boast Too Big!) Gemhand’s drinking outpaces those still at the table, And judging by their faces, he’s spinning quite the fable. No doubt it’s Revgest’s dragon, or Korgen’s mighty feat, Lest he forget—back in that fight, he was still at mother’s teat! (Chorus – Laugh & Drink!) The ale is cold and tall! – The time is past nightfall! Nothing can go wrong! – In a Threvian drinking song! A toast now to old Reese, whom we hold in high regard, And to Captain Rod, who’s off there talking to the guards. The sailors from the ships are itching for a fight, The ale is drained, the Herul’s gone—so fists will fly tonight! The ale is frothing tall! – The crowd is set to brawl! The end has come along! – To this Threvian drinking song!