The Fae got everyone to get up and dance on the tables, though there were too many people for everyone to do it safely, which resulting in more than one person falling off onto the floor. Returning to his instrument he ended the spell that was making it play itself.
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Approaching the Town, our Hero saw,
Damaged ground that fighting once tore,
Burns and divots masked the scene,
Where an army must have once been,
The last few corpses were being taken away,
From what was clearly a bloody fray,
Their skin was red with horns and wings,
Demonic stench upon his nose it stings,
Upon seeing this he increased his pace,
He had words to say to the Mayors face,
First Undead plagued the towns quarry,
Followed by Demons to make the people sorry,
The Guards shouted and told him to slow,
Or he would invite himself some bladed woe,
After explaining his intentions and what he had done,
The clearance of the Quarry and the fight he’d won,
He received their thanks and was let on in,
It was clear on the streets that morale was thin,
Quickly he made his way through town,
Rare was the person not wearing a frown,
Outside the Mayors was a small crowd,
Whose shouting was quite painfully loud,
Civilians declaring the what the Mayor must,
If his next election would not be a bust,
Apart from the noise, the crowd was so tame,
Yet they were unwelcome, all the same,
Guards on the door resisted his advance,
Forcing him again to do the identity dance,
Eventually they parted and let him inside,
While holding back the displeased tide,
The feeling inside stank of fear,
Of people who knew their end was near,
The Mayor slumped down within his chair,
He had the most disheartened stare,
Perking up, upon hearing the news,
That the Heros fight, he did not lose,
Though the Mayor didn’t seem surprised,
When the Gnomes appearance was summarised,
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It was clear that they’d met before,
By the way the Mayor crudely swore,
Though payment was due and gladly given,
Because the undead had been driven,
So much Gold that could see him wealthy,
Was put in a plain pouch and handy over stealthy,
This amount was more than enough,
For the impoverished to do something rough,
With business concluded the Hero turned,
Though the Mayor leapt up before he was spurned,
He requested our Hero to take another job,
To save the Town and that ungrateful mob,
Something had opened a portal nearby,
From which came the demons that fly,
Raiding had started the moment he’d left,
Whose claws and flames were viciously deft,
All the towns Guard were busy in Town,
Without assistance they would all drown,
The portal from which all the Demons came,
Was surrounded, in towering flame,
If somehow it could be quickly closed,
Any reward he could think of could be proposed,
Our Hero didn’t agree to it there,
As he had other things to prepare,
Like looking at maps and planning his travels,
Back to his farm before it unravels,
He’d keep it in mind, but said his goodbye,
Leaving the Mayor there, starting to cry,
Off the Hero ran to see what he could find,
Written in the library by a cartographers mind,
With such speed that he didn’t see,
In an alley stood someone as still as a tree,
Looking upon the Hero with sudden inspiration,
A new plan formed with gleeful anticipation.
Upon reaching the library he found it was shut,
Which was accompanied by his rumbling gut,
He needed food and a place to sleep,
Then tomorrow, the libraries maps he’d reap,
So to an inn he went and paid,
Upon a rough bed he gladly laid.
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The magic remnants around the Gnome shifted,
Somehow the flow had suddenly lifted,
Flowing through a portal to a mortal plane,
Like out of an unplugged bath drain,
The Ladies felt that the magic tighten,
As the knowledge returned did slowly heighten.
Who is it lurking in the alley?
As always I wait to see what responses my work will summon.
