Garfield
Visitor
You hear this song while you walk through the streets of Vesper. It is a moving and heartfelt tune... As you approach, you see a man with a lute singing, accompanied by a little boy that shows the crowd sketches with scenes from the song
Gather up and listen, folks
To the ballad of the nude man.
Garrofi’s the hero’s name,
And Vesper the star-crossed land.
On a hunt he was the day
Upon which he was attacked.
He had left his gear home,
Lest it might become scratched.
Valiantly our hero fought,
But the poison was too strong.
Gravely injured he collapsed
Wondering what had gone wrong.
Evil laughter in his ears,
Lost all consciousness and sense.
The assailant was now free
To profit from his offense.
Hours passed and mayhaps days,
Finally the hero woke.
Found himself stripped to his trunks
And exclaimed “Dude, where’s my horse”.
Boys laughed and ladies fainted
As our hero streaked past them.
Back at home and fully clothed,
He promised “Never again!”.
Armed and ready, he took off
Dreaming of the assailant’s guts;
Searched in Minoc, searched in Cove,
Fought some priests that had gone nuts.
Since the thief didn’t appear
The hero called it a night.
Luck would struck back in his town
A bag he found near a dyke.
The thief, weakling as he was,
Must have left most of the stuff.
Back his armor, back his swords,
Fortune had given enough.
But his steed still was missing!
To the locals he would speak.
Met some peasants near a fire,
Told him to check ‘cross the creek.
Knocked all doors, crossed many bridges,
reached the stables of the town.
Did it roam? Nobody cares,
Garrofi found his loved mount!
Thus this ballad comes to an end,
With our hero back to strength.
But fear not, for he won’t rest,
Till the thief’s under arrest!
To the ballad of the nude man.
Garrofi’s the hero’s name,
And Vesper the star-crossed land.
On a hunt he was the day
Upon which he was attacked.
He had left his gear home,
Lest it might become scratched.
Valiantly our hero fought,
But the poison was too strong.
Gravely injured he collapsed
Wondering what had gone wrong.
Evil laughter in his ears,
Lost all consciousness and sense.
The assailant was now free
To profit from his offense.
Hours passed and mayhaps days,
Finally the hero woke.
Found himself stripped to his trunks
And exclaimed “Dude, where’s my horse”.
Boys laughed and ladies fainted
As our hero streaked past them.
Back at home and fully clothed,
He promised “Never again!”.
Armed and ready, he took off
Dreaming of the assailant’s guts;
Searched in Minoc, searched in Cove,
Fought some priests that had gone nuts.
Since the thief didn’t appear
The hero called it a night.
Luck would struck back in his town
A bag he found near a dyke.
The thief, weakling as he was,
Must have left most of the stuff.
Back his armor, back his swords,
Fortune had given enough.
But his steed still was missing!
To the locals he would speak.
Met some peasants near a fire,
Told him to check ‘cross the creek.
Knocked all doors, crossed many bridges,
reached the stables of the town.
Did it roam? Nobody cares,
Garrofi found his loved mount!
Thus this ballad comes to an end,
With our hero back to strength.
But fear not, for he won’t rest,
Till the thief’s under arrest!
