A traditional drinking song of the Erastrians, the maritine people of the south. From a collection of poems from, The Sword to Unite

Set Sail!

Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!

For you destiny lies across the sea

And the chance won’t soon come again

In lands so rich and hearths so warm

Where a man can trip over lots of gold

Set Sail!

Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!

For there we face our final test

Our path set against our foes

So pack your things

For the harbormaster calls your name

Set Sail!

Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!

Let not the storm drag you down

Nor the wind send you off course

Let the stars be your guide

As they have for many generations before

Set Sail!

Set Sail! Set Sail you folk of Baudoin!