Liissa Masseur

Written as part of a test of mettle by a Dawnish Yeoman, later Knight who for many years was a regular customer of Liissa in Anvil.

I duelled a Thane of Wintermark,

His name I can't recall.

We fought for two minutes and I was diminshed

but that's not a story at all!

If you want a tale of true resolve,

There's a better one for sure.

A warrior bold who can smite young and old,

Yes I speak of Liissa the masseur.

The Thane fought uncourageously,

His style it lacked panache.

But Liissa's hands prove as she works at your grooves

That her service is far from slapdash.

She leaves her customers sighing,

While some cry out for more,

It's only ten thrones as she loosens your bones

What a bargain from Liissa Masseur!

The Thane was dull as turnip stew,

He'd send you to sleep.

But Liissa's acclaimed and her fingers are famed

For causing the strongest to weep.

Ideal for when you're weary,

Or if you're feeling sore,

She'll challenge your limits and lift up your spirits

For she is Liissa the masseur.

The Thane left no impression

But Liissa eased my strife,

She massaged my head, "It's no trouble ," she said

And now we've a friendship for life.

If ever I'm in Wintermark.

I'll give her place a tour,

A joy for the skin fit for Queen or for King

Is the service of Liissa masseur!