Gold of Silverheart

In Silverheart where tankards roar, A merchant strode through tavern door, With fox-bright grin and clever eyes, And profit dancing in disguise. He knew the roads, the ships, the trade, The deals in shadow quietly made— But fate had coin he’d never seen: A tavern daughter, proud and keen. From Kjarhoelle the worgs did ride, Through winter’s teeth they stole their bride, Sofia taken, bound in snow— No father’s hearth could warm that blow. Through gnollish blade and frozen plain, Through shield and blood and biting rain, With Agelmore at Vulpes’ side, They broke the riders’ savage pride! Hey! Raise your mugs for Vulpes bold! He found a love worth more than gold! Hey! Let the chapel bells all ring— In Silverheart the fox’s king! Clap your hands and stomp the floor— Romea’s his forevermore! High Priestess Nielems blessed the flame— And all the realms shall sing their name! He freed the bound at Giantdowns, Brought gnollish warlords crashing down, He counts his coin and counts it well— But love’s the trade he’d never sell. She stood beneath the chapel light, No chains, no fear, no winter night, Just steady hands and fearless eyes— A promise sworn beneath the skies. Hey! Raise your mugs for Vulpes bold! He found a love worth more than gold! Hey! Let the chapel bells all ring— In Silverheart the fox’s king! Clap your hands and stomp the floor— Romea’s his forevermore! High Priestess Nielems blessed the flame— And all the realms shall sing their name! From tavern spark to wedding vow, From battle cry to chapel bow, A merchant’s heart was claimed that day— No richer prize along the way. Hey! Raise your mugs for Vulpes bold! He found a love worth more than gold! Hey! Let the banners fly up high— Their vows beneath the open sky! Stomp it loud and drink it strong— Silverheart will sing this song! For Romea fair and Vulpes true— May fortune smile on both of you!