Life, like a pendulum, swings.
Changes, with each stroke, it brings;
The follies of pride.
A body divide.
And a new hobby of rings.

You may find a lounging Erland;
With plain golden ring in his hand.
You might then inquire,
Did Brimstone and fire,
Go into this curious band.

((OOC: Erland can be about anywhere. Places to consider are Xi's cafe, in his living room, or at the park.))

Two girls you have come to collect,
Each clue you have found is suspect.
But as you should know,
They don't want to go.
Your request they choose to reject.

Sitting in an overstuffed chair,
Murmurs as if saying a prayer.
The odd acting louse
Is back in his house;
Come talk, or just wager a stare.

My wishes they live to defy.
All too quick they rush off to die.
And even to care
Seems too much to bear.
I ask myself, "Why do I try?"

Such rough days do rub us all raw...
Our lives are lived nervous and blah.
With tension to beat,
I think for a treat...
I'll make for my family a spa.

With patience that now is quite frayed.
His control has slowly decayed...
So out for a stroll;
For danger he'll troll...
And maybe find beasts to be ( slayed. )

The season where grudges we bury,
Doth make my heart light, yes quite airy.
I hope that this cheer
Stays into next year...
And I hope that my ( gifts make you merry. )

I heard that the bridge did strike fear...
But somehow that seems rather queer...
Not three turns had passed,
It left rather fast.
So now the way in should be clear.

Events of school deaths she doth dwell;
To acts of self harm she has fell.
So Shiyokos to find,
Be it talk or to bind.
So Erland will check the hotel.