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200727
\nNot all adventures need dice<\/p>\n

A castle up the old north road
\nAn eerie, sinister abode
\nA brave but sad elf was our host
\nHe said his wife was now a ghost
\nWe wondered why she took her life
\nWhat caused this human so much strife?
\nIt seems our host would leave for years
\nShe found a man to stem the tears
\nBut when her husband reappeared
\nHer lover fled – the worst was feared
\nShe had two loves, but neither one
\nWas there to love, so she had none
\nShe tried to leave but when she died
\nHer spirit was forever tied
\nThe host asked us to do our best
\nTo put the lady’s soul to rest
\nSo we asked him to tell his tale
\nHe did and cried a mournful wail
\nHis spectral wife then felt his love
\nNo longer chained, she flew above
\nNo weapon drawn, no spell was cast
\nBut we had done what we were asked<\/p>\n