The Squire's Tale

[Sandshark]

Marginalia: In the Light of Flowing Stone

A small scrap of paper left on a table in Garjling's Coat bears the following poem, among many scratched-out attempts.

In the light of flowing stone,
one sees the fire waver in the air.
Yet my eye is not drawn to that glow,
but to the dragon seated there.
Her shape a mortal woman made
not of marble but of ruddy clay,
and of that type one truly rare,
whose like men dream to see one day.
And yet I worry that the day will come
when for my sins I must atone;
that I put my faith behind my love
for the girl I met by flowing stone.