Tidings of Comfort and Ale

Long rest ye merry adventurers, let nothing ye dismay. For you survived

a dragon's lair and lived another day. The cleric's out of spell slots,

the rogue has gone astray. Oh, tidings of comfort and ale,

comfort and ale. Oh, tidings of comfort and ale. The fighter's snoring

by the fire, his armor's on the floor. The wizard's scribbling drunken notes on

ancient elven lore. The warlock whispers to his patron what dreams lie in store.

Oh, tidings of comfort and ale, comfort and ale. Oh,

tidings of comfort and ale. The bard plays carols loudly filled with merry joyful