And so it was that later
As the miner told his tale
At it's face, at first just rocky,
Dug another pale of shale
He said, 'There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my digging tools
And would not let it be
One of sixteen Mostal Diamonds
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
And so it was that later
As the miner told his tale
At it's face, at first just rocky,
Dug another pale of shale
He said, 'I need to shore up,'
Though in truth we were all safe
So I took him by the looking glass
And forced him to agree
Saying, 'You must be the Mostali
Who took Martaler for a ride.'
But he smiled at me so stoicly
That my anger straightway died
If Stasis be the rune of dwarfs
then hard work is its meaning
and likewise if behind is in front
then dirt in truth is clean
My cave by then a gold hoard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed
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