Today, I've been asked to write a poem about Tadril. I have no intention
to expose their identity, so don't even ask.

I'm here to tell a story
about a very courageous man
of Tadril in all his glory
and the city he once ran

We find him nice and funny
and a sweet and charming guy
but his brain is sometimes runny
and we often wonder why

He did a good job running a city
but he lost his position to skye
I think it's really a pity
that he let his brain cells fry

Good luck in life my little dear
You're certainly going to need a bit
Knowing you, you'll just have a beer
and forget I ever said this sh*t

We luv ya, Tadril!

- Kela

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Halitus, in the year 411 AD.