Chant of the Thieves - Storyteller

This is my stry: a thief what I am, I live in

The forest so deep

I earn my living by steeling gold, from the rich

Couse they can afford

Yes deep in the forest my people all live, and use what the nature can give

We obey no laws 'cause free men are we, and thieves

Are what we always will be

Every day a risk 'cause the lawmen can catch us

Attack like the wolf then escape like a mouse

In the woods they won’t fint med it’s the place that I love

The place I feel saft in, the place I call home

When the sun goes down and everything is going to rest

We sit by the fire and wait for the others to some

And when we’re all gathered everyone start to sing

We sing our song, we sing the chant of the thieves

«And the story ends… for now.

In the camp of the thieves

Is where we leave our adventures.

But the wuest still

Remains: Will they fint the book of mystery in time to

Save Kali?

Or will the evil one place Kali in eternal

Darkness?

Well, that story is yet to come.»