she looked at me again and raising her head sung in a melodious voice : ancient elvendom by race wood elven by cast true fare of the face but long lived in past once a youth without any skill lessons dealt and punishment feel learning fast through all ill thus see me now the cards i deal the paladin views me a grain of dirt beyond redemption by the cleric names they call me do not hurt my loyal brethren give me merit a druids friend never without a warriors aid agile and fast a mages saviour when power is out to those in need a sturdy mast with this precious bow and blade long practiced hard-learnt skill spend my lifes blood abroad to thwart many an ill the lost i am to find and bring to rest and save though all the forest blind ever horrors will i brave tracker of the ognod man slayer of the vilest order defiler of all evil clan such repeated , over and over will rest ever be my reward ?