The party gathered in Neverwinter's bar,
To meet with Gundren Rockseeker, they'd come from afar,
The mission at hand, they agreed to fulfill,
Deliver supplies and earn their goodwill.
Wagon and supplies were included in the agreement,
As were two precious oxen, requiring the best of treatment
Ten golden gears for each, they'd gain,
And set out on the Tribal Trail in the rain.
But trouble brewed when Raknar was named
An albatross, a cursed one, they claimed.
The locals and party clashed in fight,
With Bry's hammer and Nameroc's might.
Ryker soothed with his hands during the fray,
But faces were still broken that fateful day.
Upon awakening, Gudren and Sildar disappeared in the night,
Two dead horses on the pathway offered an eerie sight.
But goblins waylaid them with arrows and might,
Raknar breathed frost, a fearsome sight,
But he took a hit, an arrow in his side,
Nearly brought him down, wounded and tired.
Zaila's laughter broke a goblin's will,
And charmed another, they couldn't kill,
With Shillelagh and battle hammer in hand,
They fought the goblins and took a stand.
Through danger and strife, the party pushed on,
Towards Phandalin, their journey long,
With each step, their story unfolds,
Of battles fought, and fortunes told.