Talk:Obert Cair'bre

In the heart of Meridian's commerce, he does reside, Obert Cair'bre, with a manner so sleek and discreet, In the dance of the coin, his vaults do conceal, A treasure trove for the swift of feet.

With a smile as warm as the morning sun's heat, He guards your goods, a promise so sweet, In the bank's embrace, your treasures do meet, In the rhythm of the city's beat.

The vaults of the Barloque, so neatly arrayed, A bastion of wealth, so well displayed, In the dance of the trust, he does entreat, Your items are safe, never to be disarrayed.

Obert, whose pride in his vaults does repeat, In the tapestry of the city's street, What stories do your vaults hold so discreetly? In Meridian's pulse, they do preserve completely