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The poem unfolds in four stanzas, each opening on the speaker's state —

stranded, emptied, wailing, scattered like dust — and each closing with the same refrain.

Images of a sea of blood, a gaping chest wound, dry eyes and cold northern winds

carry a lover's grief that curdles from sorrow into bitter accusation,

ending on the unanswered question of what sin deserved such desertion.

Drop odds are estimated from game data on a fresh roll; pity bonuses and duplicate protection adjust them during play, so treat these figures as approximate.

• Mevasser Witchcraft Vendor — 9.3%
• Henrik Merchant — 9.3%

• Generic Junk — 0.6%