Portal fresh novice,
Walks into Magnagora,
Skills to be chosen.

Kata, stealth, and more.
Herbs? No. Poisons? No. Jewelry?
No. Nothing is right.

And yet, he reads on
Artisans Needed! he hears;
The Beauty Seal comes.

Artifice from wood;
Designs of steel and leather,
Designs of grandeur.

And so he learns this,
patterns fill his thoughts as
His skills increase.

Gems fly through his hands,
constructing new chests and desks;
Money comes, and goes.

Learning more, his hands make
instruments, beds and great thrones.
Transcendance is near.

His eyes gleam brightly
Prized throne in his manse shines
Link to home inscribed

Gold flows freely now
They come from far and wide to
Seek his handicraft

Splinters fill my hands
Before me,throne for a bard
Beauty Seal comes soon.