While the other priests went off to their own affairs, Ursaren simply went on his own way for a while, taking a seat outside the tavern and simply relaxing. Without thinking, he began to hum a tune to himself with a smile on his face. It was a moment of peace amongst the chaos of today. Eventually, he found himself singing a few words, and a trio of kids came up to the old man, one of them asking him a question.

[color=lightgray]"Hey mister! What're you singing?[/color]

[b]"Just a tale of an old hero to some folk."[/b] Ursaren smiled as he leaned forward to the kids. [b]"Do you guys want to hear the story?"[/b] All three kids nodded quickly as they sat down in front of the old man. Well, wasn't this just dandy. The old man didn't have anything to do, so this was a good way to pass the time.

Without further adieu, he took a deep breath and began his tale.

[b][i]Gather 'round, ye boys and girls,
Sit thee for a while,
As I embark on you a tale,
Of a warrior filled with guile!

This man was one of many swords,
He was a mighty champ,
All of the kings throughout the land,
Heard of this man's great stamp!

He was made of bones and carried steel,
But his soul was far from bad,
He used his will to raise up friends,
Of roses and of lilly pads!

One cloudy day he was home building
Up his mighty fort,
When a fine maiden of a nearby town
Called for his handiwork!

He followed her back to her home
And the problem made him gasp,
Many denizens of evil's face
Had terrorized the mass!

With his sword, the warrior spoke
Through movements brash and bold,
No denizen was far too strong
For the skelly's heart of gold!

Then the leader of the evil
Stepped forth and faced the man,
A horn decored upon his head
His arms, both toned and grand!

The skeleton raised up his sword
And he stared right at his foe,
The skeleton asked the evil lord
'What brought you and your co.?'[/i][/b]

[b]"Does anyone here know what the evil lord wanted?"[/b]

A little boy stood up, a smile as wide as the ocean on his face. [color=lightgray]"Sweets!"[/color]

He was then followed by a little girl beside him. [color=a7a7a7]"Doggies!"[/color]

Then that girl was followed once again. [color=gray]"Money!"[/color]

[b]"Ah-hah-ha! Of course!"[/b] Ursaren paused for a moment to think, before he continued to sing to the kids.

[i][b]Weeellllllllllll,

The dark lord spoke, with his voice of pride,
'I want the best o' pets,
I want a throne made o' candies,
and I want all yer' wallets!'

The skelly drew his blade once more
And aimed it t'wards the lord,
'He who steals from a place like this
Will meet the end of my sword!'

The warrior and the lord had clashed
Their blades sending sparks fly,
The maiden watched on in awe
As she saw the skelly try!

In the end, the dark lord kneeled,
Defeated and bloody,
The skeleton took a look at him,
And spoke, just full of glee!

'Mighty lord, you have fallen
By the will of my great blade,
Return from the place you came
Make haste, do not delay!

This village was never a place
For you to romp around,
If I see you here ever again
I'll put you in the ground!'

With that, the dark lord took his men,
And left the walls of there,
The skeleton had bowed and left,
Returning to his lair!

Now remember kids, this is for ye,
Don't forget to hear,
Listen once and listen well
For this needs to reach your ear!

Stealing is wrong, and it's no good
So don't do it on a whim!
Be a hero, do what's right,
And you'll be as good as him![/b][/i]

The kids all giggled before thanking the old man for his song, and then ran off. Ursaren couldn't help but smile at the youngsters. Some days he wished to go back in time to moments where he was that young. Alas, he knew his place in this world. He was just fine giving smiles to some kids every now and again. It was always worth it for those smiles.