Dear Travance

In and out the tavern doors Each sway to count a name Pirates, goblins, and tavern whores Welcomed all the same Caldonia, like a pretty dame Her hills are quite a sight Dragomyre north of aim Is full of ruthless might Pendarvin, louder in the night Her echo heard a distance Each laugh, each cry, each dance, each fight Noisy aura in her essence Dear Travance, oh everyday, sees a brand new face For Travance’s doors open to all and all she will embrace 2004