In the forecourt of Throal lies Barterstown, Barsaive´s biggest market. It´s a place where all different species and cultures gather and trade. Together with the beautiful Axandria and S´kirrel we were amazed at the home of the traders...
There´s only one street in this city
The golden gate to Throal so pretty
A market where you get everything
Weapons - food and things for spelling
Chaos everywhere
Have you ever been there
Where a hero´s heart strikes higher
Take care you could deal with a liar
Gamblers playing for money
Bards singing songs like honey
Ships are flying through the air
Crowds of races everywhere
Only once a year
The greatest swordsmen meet here
To find out who is the best
In Barsaives biggest fighting contest
The home of the traders is called Barterstown
The door to Throal - home of the crown
All this lying to his feet
Where every man gets everything he needs
Hungry and with tired feet
We´re looking for a place to sleep
See the last days in our faces
We only need some warm places
The big blue mountains to Throal
Are the target we´re heading for
We have to see the king
Got bad news for him to bring
The home of the traders is called Barterstown
The door to Throal - home of the crown
All this lying to his feet
Where every man gets everything he needs