"A hero died today." These words alone Were posted on the door of Daltham's Inn. That was enough to make the tale known, So often has the news of late come in. Once did the Dalthams serve a well-worn road Where travellers, traders, priests and troops would pass, And often stop to set aside their load; To sleep, or dine, or sip an honest glass. But now a dragon soars above these hills And asks a toll that few but lords could pay. With flesh of those too poor, its larder fills. Now only fools and slayers come this way. Today they lost the last they'd hoped could win; Tomorrow, armed, the staff will leave the inn.