As sung in the Stoneflagon Tavern, Hammerfist Hold

Verse I
Oh listen close, ye miners bold, and fill your mugs again,
For there’s a tale along the roads of a strange and wandering man.
A cloak of dusk upon his back, a hood that hides his face—
Yet every soul who’s met his eye swears warmth within that space.

Chorus
He walks the roads when the moon runs thin,
He walks when the dawn is late.
A quiet man with a knowing grin—
And trouble bends to fate.

Verse II
He never speaks his name aloud, nor claims a hearth or hall,
But he’ll mend a wheel, or calm a horse, or stop a bandit’s brawl.
He carries naught but walking staff and secrets in his stride—
And when he lifts his hand just so, the shadows step aside.

Chorus
He walks the roads when the moon runs thin,
He walks when the dawn is late.
A quiet man with a knowing grin—
And trouble bends to fate.

Verse III
A farmer swears he saw him once turn night to gentle gold,
A merchant says he saved his son from fever’s icy hold.
A child claims he told a joke that made the mountains shake—
And old man Brann insists he watched him vanish in a lake.

Bridge
Some say he’s from the Dawnless lands, escaped their cursed night,
Some say he’s Tyber’s wandering hand, a keeper of the light.
But Hammerfist folk know the truth—whatever else is said:
If he means harm, the stone will judge… and he’ll end up good and dead.

Final Chorus
He walks the roads when the moon runs thin,
He walks when the dawn is late.
A quiet man with a knowing grin—
And trouble bends to fate.
So if you meet him on the mountain path,
Give a nod and step aside…
For the wizard who walks the roads alone
Carries storms within his stride.