Logar's Diary - Home Of The Traders - Barterstown lyrics

"In the forecourt of Throal lies Barterstown, Barsaive's biggest market. It's a place where all different species and cultures gather and trade. Together with the beautiful Axandria and S'kirrel we were amazed at the home of the traders..." There's only one street in this city The golden gate to Throal so pretty A market where you get everything Weapons, food and things for spelling Chaos everywhere Have you ever been there Where a hero's heart strikes higher Take care you could deal with a liar Gamblers playing for money Bards singing songs like honey Ships are flying through the air Crowds of races everywhere Only once a year The greatest swordsmen meet here To find out who's the best In Barsaive's biggest fighting contest The home of the traders is called Barterstown The door to Throal - home of the crown All this lying to his feet Where every man gets everything he needs Hungry and with tired feet We're looking for a place to sleep See the last days in our faces We only need some warm places The big blue mountains to Throal Are the target we're heading for We have to see the king Got bad news for him to bring The home of the traders is called Barterstown The door to Throal - home of the crown All this lying to his feet Where every man gets everything he needs