In the Sawtooth Tavern is a bard (not the character class*) named Arastin. He is neutral good, friendly, and very talkative. He has also uncovered a poem about the valley which was written hundreds of years ago. He’s been trying to turn it into a song. It goes thus:
Trees stand silent
Do not tell
of what occurred before.
When wind blew through
And rustled leaves
and at the branches tore.
Animals were common then;
Elven kind were fair.
Grass grew in the fields
With birds and flowers everywhere.
One normal day
Upon the woods
a hush began to fall.
Evil in the air was felt
and chilled the hearts of all.
Beyond the seas?
(Beyond the stars?)
From whence it came unknown.
The morning after
(Sun’s first light)
Naught couldst be seen but stone.
What caused the very
forest stop,
And made the birds
so still?
From whence it came,
to whence it went,
from whence return at will?
The poem, of course, is obviously embellished from the real thing, since the cause was creatures of good, not evil, and it never ‘went’ back to ‘whence it came’.
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