Poem dedicated to the beloved Healer the Havens:

Yellow mellow,
with a black cat as a follow;
Spaz is its name,
but she is not yellow.
Black is its fur,
so she does not go burr;
a girl like her only purrs.

Yellow hat fellow,
also dressed in yellow;
a Cleric he may be,
but he packs a good bite.
Hurt the wrong people,
and Thor’s Wrath will strike!

Make him really mad,
and you will be sad,
for you will fear,
the blue fire he starts,
with his Rune of Brimstone.
Flee you will,
for the smell is foul,
like rotten eggs all around.

Healer to all,
the one and only,
Sorcerer Soran of the Havens.

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