Through shadowed streets and moonlit glades,
A cunning gnome in leather fades.
With twinkling eyes and nimble hands,
He dances where the law withstands.
Wildri Whisperspell, so sly,
A rogue who lives beneath the sky.
With dagger keen and staff in tow,
He walks where only tricksters go.
No lock nor vault can bar his way,
No whispered secret goes astray.
He reads the runes, he cracks the codes,
A phantom on the hidden roads.
A silver tongue, a heart so bold,
With pockets deep in stolen gold.
Yet friends in need will find him true,
A hero cloaked in shadow’s hue.
Through dungeons dark and castles grand,
His legend spreads across the land.
For Wildri’s name, like fleeting spell,
Shall ever in the stories dwell.
Scruffy Dog Ear Rambles 
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