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Does this ring any bells with anyone? Anyone at all?
I sent him out at dusk last eve,
With tasks that he must do,
I sent him out to gather... things,
I sent him out, to you.
I sent him out my Gathering Boy,
Unarmed,
And now mislaid.
To bring me what I needed
For enchantments;
Now delayed.
I sent him out to Grimney Mire,
By way of Uthers Woad,
Without a single warding spell
And now I fear his blood runs cold.
I knew the places he would go,
I knew when he'd return,
And still my Boy has not come back,
My heart begins to burn.
To know than my investment,
That I've fed and clothed and taught,
Has vanished so mysteriously,
My efforts come to naught.
And never mind the magic
That was wasted and decayed,
No never mind the devils out,
For I have been betrayed.
I sent him to your filthy lair,
For bones and teeth and skin,
You said you wouldn't do it.
LIAR!
I'm told you've eaten him.
You've changed your face,
BUT NOT YOUR WAYS,
You couldn't just...resist,
You've swallowed down my Gathering Boy
And now I'm.....well, you work it out.
Really, I'm not at all happy.
If he still breathes, send him back.
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