The bard was singing, his voice weaving tales as delicate as morning dew.
The firelight danced on his weathered lute, and the tavern fell silent....

Roses are red, violets are blue,
With sword or bow, we take to the skies,
Through forests and deserts where danger lies.

Blades sharp as whispers, hearts fierce with fire,
In the world of hunters, we never tire,
The hunt is calling; the monsters do too.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Monster Hunter’s a journey, for you and for me,
Through battles and triumphs, our legends grew.

As the final note hung in the air the room caught between the fading echoes and the yearning for just one more and another one more Monster Hunter's story.

The bard was singing, his voice weaving tales as delicate as morning dew. The firelight danced on his weathered lute, and the tavern fell silent.... Roses are red, violets are blue, With sword or bow, we take to the skies, Through forests and deserts where danger lies. Blades sharp as whispers, hearts fierce with fire, In the world of hunters, we never tire, The hunt is calling; the monsters do too. Roses are red, violets are blue, Monster Hunter’s a journey, for you and for me, Through battles and triumphs, our legends grew. As the final note hung in the air the room caught between the fading echoes and the yearning for just one more and another one more Monster Hunter's story.