Thenamir/TVS winced at Hookbill's attempt at poetry. He turned to Estelyn/H and inquired "Is it possible that our dear friend Hookbill has another alias? I am reminded of a certain elf of our acquaintance named Vogonwe..."
He then returned to his guitar and began strumming, softly at first, then with greater volume and purpose as a song began coming to his mind.
(To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie")
A long long time ago, In a darkened barrow-way,
A wight was sleeping, nightmare-like
Dreaming of his former chance to squish those men like little ants
Away up in the North near Deadman's Dike
The men of Westernesse did quiver
And many foes did he de-liver
But then he made a misstep
And fell without one more step
The wight awoke and then he cried,
Not sad, but lo, for joy inside,
He loves it in the afterlife,
The day B W died.
My, my this here Barrow-wight guy
He can party really hearty once he opens his eyes,
He slept too long, but this party still flies
Singin' "Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"
"Hey man, all your ale kegs are dry!"
Thenamir/TVS looked over at the Barrow-wight and grinned, and BW reluctantly pulled out more ale kegs from his vast pantry. In his real-life guise, Thenamir drank nothing stronger than Coca-Cola, but this is, after all, a death-day party, and what's a party without ale?