[Dumb Fantasy Cliche Post]

[whoslaughingmeow]

[Hello.

I really hope you weren't like, enjoying the silence or anything.

Because be it in a tavern, in the center of a marketplace by a fancy fountain, or even out in the wilderness You are not safe.

Because there's a cat in full bardic ware performing.]

Copper's good for making things,
But hardly fit for kings or popes.
Silver's good for chains and rings,
And also killing lycanthropes.
Electrum is a novelty,
But seems to lack a certain flair.
Platinum shines regally,
Nobility beyond compare.
Mithril is a magic ore,
So bright and difficult to scratch.
Gems that sparkle, I adore,
In jewelry that can have no match.
But for a catfolk's happiness,
There's one more thing that I require;
One more thing I must possess,
To feed the flames of my desire.
Gold, I love the gleaming!
Gold, of you I'm dreaming!
I can't be happy 'til I've rolled
In piles and piles of shining gold!
Ha ha ha, ha ha!

[Granted he's.. tolerable. But it's probably inconceivable of enjoying it unless you either have a few in you, or have abysmally shitty taste.]