Friends of Ispin

In a hall of silent statues, ‘neath the Eye’s pale glance,
Kanathar glimpsed Titarr, in a fleeting, sacred trance.
The vision spoke in silence, a communion vast and grand,
Vanishing with dawn’s light, like footprints in the sand.

In the land of Krynn, under the Eye’s watchful gaze,
Where magic ebbs and flows, and mysteries amaze,
Brave souls set forth, their destinies entwined,
To The Barb they journey, their fates to find.