W is for William

A stable sanctuary for the your people Secure from monsters behind stone walls You’ve spent longer than anyone knows Making this walled town a haven Now there’s Trouble at Caerac Keep Your sorcerer has gone missing Nor is he the only one People all over town are getting sick Growing pale, wan, and listless The only mark a pair of tiny red dots They do seem like victims of a vampire attack Fearful residents mutter about the Vampire Corwyth How he’s risen to suck the blood of the living You need to put these rumours to rest Adventurers are no longer in fashion Accused of being mercenary and murderous You pick out a group of promising younglings Whose talents may lead them to sniff out the truth Perhaps you’re sending them to their deaths What are a few lives weighed against the many? Those younglings have lost loved ones They have an interest in solving the mystery If no desire to work together to solve it You gave them this dangerous task Equipping them with a hidden weapon One they know nothing of You hope it will make the odds more favourable At least these children should flush out your enemies Allowing you to deal with them Sacrificing them is a necessity in these times At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.