Introduction

[Malchik]

I'm a Nord, so must live by my wits.

I like frightening wood elves to fits.

No jokes about witches,

You'll end needing stitches

And no calling me Snowman, you s'wits.

 

I am lethal if I'm double-crossed

Or a thief has my nice club room tossed

And don't try to spell me

I'll send you to hell. See,

I'm immune to fire and frost.

 

Now meeting me need not be sticky

If you'll use my right name; that's Kyrykki

But never dare stare

At my plaited, blond hair

To defend against me can be tricky.

 

As for friends, I will never pervert them

Or do anything else that might hurt them.

If I fall by their side,

I'll face Valhall with pride.

There is nothing could make me desert them.

 

I've been questless round here far too long

And although with a longsword I'm strong

I must train to be quicker,

More agile and slicker

Or there'll be a sad end to this song.

 

So let me find out who are friends

Who'll support me and seek the same ends.

All kinds of oppression

To be fought with aggression.

 

Kyrykki his hand now extends.