
By the fires, Kanathar speaks, his words a guiding light,
Giving alms to the weary, as faith endures the night.
Yet Marcus’ gaze lingers, on Darrett’s gleaming plate,
A heart torn between envy and the trials of fate.

By the fires, Kanathar speaks, his words a guiding light,
Giving alms to the weary, as faith endures the night.
Yet Marcus’ gaze lingers, on Darrett’s gleaming plate,
A heart torn between envy and the trials of fate.