In a rowdy bar of the Goblintown District,
under the banner of thief-city Murderhole,
extending from the rocks of East Wyvernax,
upon Catarrh, highest plain of Lowslaga...
Xargoth! Hoozat wench y'henched for?
Hmph! Promessa! Wouldn't break bones -- just paw skin!
They say they locked her up in Whiteopal Reform. Serves her right.
Thus always to wimpy tyrants. Ha ha ha