The Fall From Grace

The Fall From Grace

I be tellin' ye that I know the way me mate fell from the grace of his god there. He be fightin' and bashin' out in front of Butcher. The gobbies were movin' in makin' their presence known, and the King 'imself was there fightin. We got 'em back, pushin' and pushin' till they ain't fightin' any more but he went on a fightin'.

They were screamin' and hollerin', beggin' fer their measly little lives and he warn't listenin'. Ye see, he was caught up in the ol' battle rage and was a fightin' like there was no tomorrow. The gods don't be lookin' kindly on this and he be a warrior now, plain and simple.

I guess he likes it that way, but he be whinin' all the time how he doesn't hear Brell singin' in his ear no more. Aye, 'twas a sad day, one that I be takin' to me grave.