Recently, we headed off with a goal in mind - we needed the "bind" spell and we felt our luck was holding. Indeed it was

I quickly threw off any ill feelings (well, hobbits don't really get upset by stuff like that), and set off to regain certain experiences I had lost. When I needed to rest between fights, words of my trainer started to prey on my mind, and I realised that I needed to tell the story - of my death and the lesson we had learnt. With only having had basic training in storytelling, I struggled to get the words on paper - there were many words discarded - but finally I was happy with my story - told in verse. I stood proudly and recited in across the Lands ...
Small in stature, lucky in life
Seymour and Peraego are
Small in stature, brave in battle
The Ahinma Warriors are
Facing foes, spoils sought after
Seymour and Peraego fought
Facing foes, quick to quarrel
The Ahinma Warriors fought
Surrounded, discerning danger
Seymour, his retreat a grand feat
Surrounded, bard a'beckoning
Peraego, death he did meet
Lessons learned, humble hobbits have
Those warriors, if more come their way
Lessons learned, both bards believe
Best to flee to fight another day