The Daggermen's Song

A worn traveler had made his way into Daggerfall, and stopped into a building which looked far more worn than him. The rotting, wooden sign out front read “Ogrim's Pint." the man sighed, he wanted to find an inn with seemingly less drunks, but he couldn't be bothered. As he opened the creeky door, he heard a young Breton bard singing the lively and upbeat song of the Daggermen:

When a ghost haunted the town

It disturbed the royal crown

And so an agent was thus sent

To set Daggerfall's ghost to rest

And so he went he went from here to there

He swung his silver in the air

But th'agent did not beware

That more than ghosts did linger there

And so the kings were squabbling

Over this giant golden thing

And the agent was reckoning

Which came forth in time breaking

It warped and bent and merged again

So many kingdoms gone and then

A mighty few did reign supreme

But lost was this death machine

The agent returned to his grace

And saw the content of his face

And so we all should give our thanks

To the agent, ghosts, and ancient things