A song begins winding it's way through through the feast halls and taverns of Barovia...
Footfalls fell like thunder, shaking the hills with fury an' skorn,
The ogres broke on the steel wave, and hid like hares from the dwarven storm.
In a darkened lair the battle was joined with foul magics and cruel weapons of war,
but the heroes prevailed with cunning and guile and triumphed with nary a scar.
But the task was not through for the ogres they slew had cruel weapons hid deep in the dark,
In caves dark an deep the stout folk slew a great chief and put siege engine and workshop to spark!
And 'lo, the people of Midway slept peaceful that eve, the night air alight with their snores,
Never knowin' their lives and their tower and hides were saved by the valor of dwarves.
