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| ID | 6588 | ||
| Collection | Dispatches from the Deadlands | ||
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(A song about the Anchorite, commissioned by Madam Whim and written by the bard Tirasie Mirel. It was supposed to be humorous and belittle the Anchorite, but the bard did her best to follow Whim's dictates while also honoring the darling of the alleys.)
Nobody really knows her
She doesn't even know herself
She's the hermit of the hovels
In this place of portals and planar trade
The mortals hold out empty palms
And she fills them without a thought
In a city built on commerce
She doesn't care about profit or loss
She's the woman in the mask
A puzzle without solution
Living a life of seclusion
The fool of Fargrave feels your pain
Nobody really knows her
She doesn't even know herself
She's the darling of the alleys
Trapped behind a mask she can't remove
The mortals weep and moan
They're hungry and they're hurting
She does whatever she can to aid them
Never asking for a favor or a coin
She's the woman in the mask
A puzzle without solution
Living a life of seclusion
The fool of Fargrave lends a hand