Hab the Zombie, revisit

Today I visited my friend, Hab, again and decided to write a poem about him.

Here sits Hab, the lone zombie.
In a far corner of Sagolii desert.
He is calm and quite friendly.
So, adventurers, don’t be alert.

He despises the taste of brain.
And is just chilling at his campfire.
Stay your sword, axe, lance and cane.
And soothe your killing desire.

Sit down with him and listen.
Many stories, he’ll share with you.
How his friendship had him smitten.
You know, Zombies Are People Too.

He used to have a few close friends.
With whom he had fun together.
Those green and thorny Sabotens.
But one day, they left for adventure.

Hab was frantic with pain and worry.
To have again become a loner.
He hoped his friends were in safety.
Even if they left because his odor.

I went to search, through his request.
In the Shroud, Wineport and Zanr’ak
I found all, and thought it the best.
But now he sat alone in the dark.

His spikey friends were homesick.
And said they miss their family.
Their departure was so quick.
And Hab couldn’t hide that he’s lonely.

But while I frowned with sadness.
Hating that I brought the third one.
He said something that’s so selfless.
I was baffled from the stun.

“As long as I know they are in safety,”
He told me with a gentle smile.
“Even if they aren’t here, I am happy.”
It left me speechless for a long while.

So, adventurers, if you would please.
Come visit this guy when you can.
He has Triple Triad expertise.
If you also play, challenge this man.

In your free time, keep him company.
His camp also has ores, such as Mythril.
He deosn’t deserve to be lonely.
Please come here to sit and chill.

– Aleczan –