Every generation knows sorrow and joy,
Choices born of fear and love make cowards and heros
And all the while time slips by and carries away the
mortal shells and finite minds of those who have journeyed before us
But though we die our lives may yet have meaning beyond the grave
Imparted by the storytellers, bards, and poets who capture the living moment
and offer the chance for immortality in their lyrics and lines.
The greatest of these may themselves be cast in rhyme
Recalled fondly, revered, and missed.

"Drawn in by warmth of hearth and heart Kept by spellbound glee A crowd once more awaits the start Of the friendly revelry It only happens once or twice each fortnight that goes by An eve of stories beyond price So raise your glasses high "To tales of arms To tales of pride To tales of love Too deep to hide Gather 'round and listen quick Whose special tale with Jalin pick? "The Circle gathers closer now Each face alight with joy It seems that Sol will be the girl And Cass will be the boy Their romance fills the little room The happy patrons cheer It seems Delphinia will be next She will have no fear "In a tale of arms In a tale of pride In a tale of love and her magic inside Gather 'round and listen quick Whose special tale will Jalin pick? "Jalin made room for all he knew And all he knew were friends Aedina, Trinsic--Jillian too The rollcall never ends An inspiration and a flirt Oh how the crowd did cheer A voice, a sword, a lavender shirt Now he himself appears "In a tale of arms In a tale of pride In a tale of love that never died Gather 'round and listen quick Jalin is our special pick."