D&D A Rogue A Bard and a Paladin

The rogue's face covered, sheaths a blade, Counting gold from a debt unpaid. The Bard is humming a filthy tune, Under the light of a paper moon. So pour a round of the dragon’s breath, We’re flirting with an unnatural death. The dice are cold but the hearth is hot, The Wizard’s nursing a single mead, The Paladin’s preaching a boring creed. One wrong word and the fists will fly, It’s a hell of a way for a hero to die. Crit fail the check, spill the wine, Tonight we will have a good time. Then pass out on the tavern floor.