His latest work has been found stuffed within an abandoned shoe, nestled safely underneath the Fairhaven stable's chimney. After smearing the crumbs of an odd type of cookie from the surface, the following could be read:
The S'Int spent awake his sleeping hours,
To give Turenkarn a gift, a task so great he almost cowers!
He went for the advice of his P'Iet, and conveyed his plea.
"Unfortunately", P'iet replied, "My dear S'int, I have nay idea"
"Hrmm, I must call for a more clever cohort!"
Thus, Sint immediately contacted: Technical Support.
Easily, a category he found that fit the bill:
Indeed, he had a lost item; to retrieve, he lacked a skill.
The reply came swift: "This is Game Master Turenkarn",
(The S'Int thence proceeded to spin his yarn):
"A gift I need, for a good boy indeed,
Any advice you can give, I shall surely heed"
The answer, so precise, helped S'Int out of his thicket:
"I will look into it, thank you very much for your ticket"
So there, I present to you this request as gift, in wrapping,
And now that that's over with, I shall continue my napping
