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There is a young songstress called Gwen Comes into the great Dragon’s Den The soul queen of Tusk She comes here to busk And pick up a silver … or ten. The Mithral Hotel is quite posh Big rooms and excellent nosh The cellars, extensive The prices, expensive You’d better have plenty of Dosh Tansy’s is down by the port Its clients a much rougher sort There’s fishers and sailors Dockers and bailers And ale that is drunk by the quart. The Nectar serves teamsters and guards And all of them terribly hard If words are misspoken The tables get broken Like the glorious halls of Asgard. There’s Corn bars all over the place Emblazoned with Henry’s face The Golden in Ivory The Cob, is less savory While the Small Corn's in Domos’ embrace. The Stadium’s bar is quite full, The big game is always a pull. It’s Kiera’s attraction, And packed full of action, And wine seems to flow by the jugful. Right out in the bastion at Shrike There’s a tavern I think you will like The Dragonet’s bar Is known near and far And more than makes up for the hike. The Sylph has got a small bar Though it really isn’t the star The girls are all pretty The boys, a bit gritty And they are the big draw, by far. The Pink Sting will sell you a tot The bar staff are all really hot With nothing to wear Their bodies half bare The service will cost you a lot.