[b]"What am I doing out here? Well I'll tell ya what I'm not doing out here, dying! Ha-Ha!"[/b] To be completely honest, Ursaren didn't know why he was out there himself. He couldn't remember for the life of him how he got there. He wanted an adventure, as previously mentioned, but that's all he could tell you if he had the chance to. He spoke again with his usual tone of jolliness.

[b]"Who wants to hear the story of Bopen the Skeleton King?"[/b] The old man enthusiastically said, as he sat on a nearby log and began to tell a story, without anyones permission. This would soon grow to be commonly known amongst the adventurers that the old man told stories all the time without any context.

[i][b]
"There once was a pirate,
named B O P E N.
He was ageless from the beginning,
and was ageless till the end.

He was captain of a ship
who killed and who stole,
any and all treasure
because that was his goal.

To take all for himself,
and leave none for the rest.
Your life or your Magic,
that was his quest.

He would venture out alone,
with nothing but a Black Ring.
The crew waited for his return,
and while waiting would sing.

'Hopen for the Bopen
We pirates will sing.
Surrender your treasure,
or Death we will bring.

Hopen for the Bopen
And plunder the shrine.
Your gold is now gone,
your Life is now mine'

Bopen's power was hidden,
in a Ring of all things.
Forged by the gods,
this Ring made him King.

For no one could slay him,
and soon everyone would fall.
Bopen took all he could find,
no treasure was too small.

Soon he had stolen everything,
and taken all the lives.
With none left to plunder,
his crew would soon die.

And then Bopen was alone,
with no one left to betray.
For ageless is a curse,
that locks your spirit away.

Those who fear death
will always be afraid.
Because all things must live,
and all things must fade."[/b][/i]

Once the old man finished his story, a well-made blanket was surrounding the Vrettonian woman ([@The Fated Fallen]) and a snowglobe was given to the lizard ([@POOHEAD189]). Ursaren had no use for the snowglobe and felt like it was a good gift to offer, while that blanket suited the Vrettonian well, as it matched her eyes and would keep her warm in times of cold temperatures. The old man was sitting happily with a tankard of ale obtained from who-knows-where and pleasantly awaited the others to continue the conversation.