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Next came the Three gifts from the race of Man, Fashioned according to their

traditional plan.

Workers of strange metals are

they,

Some in the coldest lands,

velium workers, they say.

In the manufacture of even the

smallest bits,

The creation of temper tested

their wits,

Though now solved, this course

to thee I show,

So that in the right direction

might ye go.

Brew together magical essences

four,

And into that mix a special

drink then pour:

Created by human settlers in

the Ice Land,

Explorers, brave adventurers,

and,

Made from Allspice; water ye

will also need,

With some brown form of native

seaweed.

Using a small glass, your

Heater is created,

Upon which the strongest taste

buds can be sated!

However, ye will use it to

mix, as I have said,

With magical essences four, as

you have read.

Listen here", said the first

druid of Man,

Here is my gift, but I don't

like your plan!",

With fiery temper, and eyes

alight,

From the one named Gosselin,

many took fright.

There are ways and means for

druid life,

My way is the right way, all

else is strife!"

Onto the fire he placed an

object strange,

Twas a fishing rod, with

incredible range.

The Spool was smithed, by the

look;

Two velium bits and sandalwood

I think it took.

Then, so strong yet pliant,

the cord,

What incredible fabric could

this afford?

Perhaps a cord made entirely

of silk,

And treated by a tailor, maybe

in that ilk.

It would take the largest egg

ye could find,

Then turned into oil, if I

used my mind.

Use that egg's oil with the

silk cord, to treat,

That would be the line - it

would be quite a feat.