In west Caledor, born and noble raised On the courts where I spent most of my days. Training out, maxing, relaxing all high Shooting some b-bows outside the grounds, when a couple of elves who were up no good, starting making trouble in my province, got in one little scuffle and my mother got scared you are moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Kec.

I whistled for a chariot and when it came near. The noble sigil was fresh and had Ithilmar on the mare If anything I could say that this chariot was rare But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo nobles, to Bel-Kec!"

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Kec