Oh no, what has happened? I can't believe it's true!
My pack is sudden empty! Oh what am I to do?
I wonder when It happened, who caught me unaware?
I can't believe I've lost it all, to a thief who doesn't care!

My gold is gone, my tarot decks, my journal and yours too!
I borrowed it to read your poem, but kept it since I wasn't through.
I look in pack again, it's empty, look again, oh no's!
A lifetime's work for both of us, oh man this really blows!

When could this tragic theft have been? I've got to find out who!
I only daydream in my house, now wait I've found a clue!
There is one room that may not have a monolith inside...
But wait, I never nap in there! It's the room where the old mule died.

Lord Aeon must have caused a crazy bug, so should I issue?
I've got no proof of all the stuff I lost, give me a tissue!
I've got to check again! I'm in a panic, gone gone GONE!!
A canvas backpack lies face-down here, it's time for moving on.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Lupar, in the year 583 AF.