Sontonas

The sun sets low behind the Iron Mountains
our fire cracks and burns red and gold
Maliek calls me master
even though I see us as equals
True, he is not as tall and mighty as I
but his wits are sharper than a Zinzack's claws
and his knowledge of the world runs deeper
than the Arkantant Sea
He knows the secrets of the painted rocks
of the Sindarcian desert
He speaks the language of the bronze covered
people of Cristo
Yet he bows to me and follows my lead
I who have destroyed the tainted idols of Kamacz
I who have plundered the treasure rich tombs
of the sharp-toothed Lisarians
We camp tonight
Hidden by rocky cliff
A warrior-thief and scholar
brief respite from long trails
dangerous adventures
We tell tales of beautiful women
and prepare for a new day
full of unknown secrets