Among the clans,
Honor and trust,
runes and bans,
loyalty a must.

A quest declared,
a time of proof,
together, prepared,
time to make a move.

The alben fighter Camus,
found a shield of power,
difficult to use,
with that it came his hour.

The dwarfs declared a quest,
if proven worth, he might keep it,
if not, he may put his sword to rest,
to a dwarf, it would better fit.

Camus spiced up the game,
his trade offer exilation,
a bold move to be sayin‘,
or an armour of dwarven creation.

Another quest was chosen,
difficulty enhanced,
to travel to an island frozen,
to perform a ritual advanced.

To keep away the wild hunt,
the ice covered riders,
against the fey an affront,
nothing for weaklings and hiders.

Camus took the honour,
worthy he would be,
the dwarfes expected his dishonour,
the end of his family tree.

He travelled to the coast,
bandit looted land,
banned a haunting ghost,
killed a Skelpie with his own hand.

In Cae Lyran he took a rest,
in the „Stormy Horse“,
and thought about his quest,
and as the weather grew worse,

no ships left, nothing to do,
three weeks a mercenary’s life,
and one night it became true,
while cleaning his hunting knife.

The smile of the bar maid,
she stole his heart,
his fate betrayed?
words of love and marriage said,

he did proof worth,
not as intended,
very down to earth,
very recommended.

A father he became,
no hero, no legend
a proof to be worth he could gain,
the shield became a mirror in the end.