The porcupine scholars of blue mountain live a peaceful existence in the ‘Blue Mountain’ region of the north where they brew a delightful ale from the seeds of stout evergreen bushes which thrive in the cool conditions. It is said that the quality of the ale is partly due to the purity of the water which is extracted from sacred hot springs atop the tallest of the three-peaks.
This is a song performed in the town’s tavern by the second priest Barthael, who rarely deigns to break out in song spare for the most somber of occasions:
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By the quill we were raised,
By the quill we shall live,
In the mountains so bitter with cold.
Oh the scholars who spell,
In the cleft of blue mount,
Claim safe haven here with our scrolls.
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