Poem of Sorentel
Thick the forests of Sorentel lay,
land of animals and elves.
Fallen pine needles blanket the ground,
a golden winding path.
And whomever should pass through our home,
shall be blessed by elven waters.
For there lay Lake Emoral,
with water sparkling clear.
Men who drink the water within,
shall be blessed with elven powers.
Thousands of years our home did see,
and more lay just ahead.
For spirits of elven warriors stay,
to protect our forests forevermore.
And should time pass us cruel fortune,
together we shall join,
to again fight as one.
