The Lands of Bearenor
The Demon of Westgate
In Westgate there’s a simple tale,
one which many widows wail.
Beware the shadows beware the dark
and flee if you should see his mark.
The small bone die are little seeds;
tokens of his heinous deeds.
Never try and make a stand,
against the one and only Black Hand.
-Anonymously composed and distributed by Ezekiel Nolan