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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.