Long staff, hat too big,
in his hand, a broken twig,
the other one in the beard,
the eyes curious but weird.

A long robe in greenish tone,
the shine of novelty begone.
„Curious“ he murmured to himself,
„its a fact, its not an elf“.

Why would he know? Who would care,
if a magician is pleased to knowledge share,
He will do so as hard as he can,
if needed all over again.

As the magicians greatest fear,
is stupidity to bear.
„Further knowledge has to be possesed,
might books be at once adressed“.

A this time of a day,
a typical library stay.
The dwarfen warrior snores in the broom chamber,
the human barbarian shouts with furious anger,

„I am loud, because of loud,
Barbarian shout, Barbarian proud.“
Unimpressed of such ignorance of his fellowship,
he had to investigate the quest of the broken stick.

As usual to save any spellslot he was given,
a magician is never time driven.
Some rituals are fast enough,
anytime it could get tough.

Not in the library, for usual means,
but if the Barbarian screams,
at the wrong bock at the wrong page,
probably a devil enters the stage.

Or the bookshelf is a mimic ready to eat,
or a gremlin appears, tiny but neat.
Precaution and preparation,
investigation and declaration.

Tons of books for the purpose of knowing,
for a better understanding what is ongoing.
Whilst a magician does a proper research day,
a paladin might have found the order of the rainbow ray.

In the tavern after a whole day dedicated to research,
the leader asks, „Tell us the outcome of the search“.
Heavy in duty, the big hat placed right,
ready for everybody to enlight?

The broken twig ineed was broken,
the very only investigation token.
No elf could harm a twig, as a matter of fact,
so some other got with it to interact,

With haste as our whole gold is taken,
may the thief be forsaken.
The twig for sure, stems from a tree,
from the thiefs originity,

I am now sure it is a maple stick,
in the end licking did the trick.
Unrest possessed the leader of the team,
„What else could you have seen“.

„What else you ask“, the magician replied,
nothing, he addmited with a sigh,
there was this book about the owl bear,
and a spell how you summon a pear,

a story about the blue tower,
and a magical fire flower,
if we need more to understand,
there are some books to lend.

Not always, but a very typical research day,
the group decided for another week to stay,
but for proper investigation,
against the magicians persuasion.

Field work, and track search,
afterall the twig was from a birch,
from the barbarians beard maple syrup dropped,
when the rouge was almost stopped.

He broke the twig after he chased the thief,
the magician could none of that believe.
„Next time ask barbarian, you learn“,
sometimes knowledge is hard to earn.