Furon

[Senron]

Farmer! Grow grape, corn, barley! Some for eats, some for tax...
All good- For Baldur's Gate, Furon accepts! But now...
Undead attack, Furon fight, years and no solution...
Kobolds atop, wolves closing... Farm asunder, eye lost, farm ablaze...

One way - Wake the old way - The spirit laid to rest - Awake that - Fiery!
Furon stands, with scythe and sicle, boar and never-ending vigor!
You watch - no - you understand! Furon crave druid law, farmers comply...

...harvest better, smaller fields, less farm work. Please all!
Balance, you know, all small, the big end of it all. Some frown, but who?
Up to you! Balance, or let nature take back. Furon enter woods if...

Think.