The final gift of Karana's

The final gift of Karana's kind, What other treat could I possibly find? Something worthy of his attention.. What better symbol could I mention! From my backpack I then withdrew, My old talisman, that's seen me through, Adventures of all kinds, when I were young, And with the brave and foolish fought among. The Lucky Cabbage, my faithful friend, That's been with me until the end! And then to the Elder Gods I did proffer, The ninth of Nine, the final offer. A cabbage of your own you can enchant, Sprinkle dust upon the wild cabbage plant. Magical essence, acid, pebble from the plains, To place in the kiln is all that remains, Thus your blessed dust created, Your craving for Lucky Cabbage sated! The fire in the Grove roared high, Its flames touching the ebon sky, The Gods then did upon us shine, What they revealed I shall keep mine. However, you can perhaps try too, By making the Nine, sacrificing true, In a fiery furnace of suitable heat, A smiths forge, perhaps, your needs will meet. Remember that the Gods are always looking, Make well thy sewing, and fair thy cooking! For those of you bold and adequately plucky, Come and try thy skills, if ye feelst lucky! Such endless talk will wear me thin. I shall sleep now, and return to my Inn.

- - - Rebecca Cabbageleaf The New Thicket Inn