Logar's Diary - Home Of The Traders - Barterstown lyrics

"In the forecourt of Throal lies Barterstown, Barsaive's biggest market. It's a place where all

different species and cultures gather and trade. Together with the beautiful Axandria and

S'kirrel we were amazed at the home of the traders..."

There's only one street in this city

The golden gate to Throal so pretty

A market where you get everything

Weapons, food and things for spelling

Chaos everywhere

Have you ever been there

Where a hero's heart strikes higher

Take care you could deal with a liar

Gamblers playing for money

Bards singing songs like honey

Ships are flying through the air

Crowds of races everywhere

Only once a year

The greatest swordsmen meet here

To find out who's the best

In Barsaive's biggest fighting contest

The home of the traders is called Barterstown

The door to Throal - home of the crown

All this lying to his feet

Where every man gets everything he needs

Hungry and with tired feet

We're looking for a place to sleep

See the last days in our faces

We only need some warm places

The big blue mountains to Throal

Are the target we're heading for

We have to see the king

Got bad news for him to bring

The home of the traders is called Barterstown

The door to Throal - home of the crown

All this lying to his feet

Where every man gets everything he needs