Let The Heat Die Down

We bounce outta court, cameras flash our eyes,
Mics capture truth unless we spinning lies,
Dhag is sly, dodges all press mention,
Lucky pleads the fifth on dropping a deuce sin,

Tavern hypes chairs like was meant to be,
Heph gets a visit from irate family tree,
Arasain speaks of a higher moral care,
Our life feels tight, like we’re the drum snare,

Gotta let the heat die down,
We best get outta town,
Too many eyes,
Too many lies,
Stayin’ too long is how a good party dies!

Jeeves shares keys to our new bastion,
Tavern takes a boozy bedroom for the win,
Training room is a magic battle realm,
Jeeves locks him out of the control helm,
So he goes and builds a first Giving Chair,
To train staff right to build many there,

We dress to impress in fine tailored suits,
To the Iron Cabaret find NPCs in cahoots,
Favric palms Lucky Just the Tip,
Gifts the Dragon D blade to fix relationship,
Wizards flash a leprechaun magazine all blurry,
“Careful with the Fae Folk” their words said slurry,
Lord Elton side eyes Tavern shady biz gatherin steam,
“Move chairs quiet, don’t break any More Dreams,”

Gotta let the heat die down,
We best get outta town,
Too many eyes,
Too many lies,
Stayin’ too long is how a good party dies!

Syriani deals from the dark with a smile,
Scooped what we missed like it going out of style,
Hauled out thru Doors of Arcana we thought a dud,
She had plans within plans with Socket and Thud,
We kept her name out of police and press,
Now we celebrating here dressed to impress,

Saul fits Heph with knuckles for fire punching from his hands,
Tav’s saw-shield now snaps back on command,
Six-six-six gold to take vials of his blood,
Dhag rocks a sash—bearded dragon dreams flood,
Arasain grips Lion’s Bane, Warhammer held tight,
Ready to deal Kelemvor’s will—heal or smite,

Squeeg’s supply run’s way overdue,
Lost books could have world-breaking clues,
Gotta let the heat die down,
We best get outta town,
Too many eyes, too many lies,
Stayin’ too long is how a good party dies