I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry."
- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Adventurers are people who realize that life, and all its attendant pleasures, is fleeting. Even reaching name level--that glorious height of being known, respected, and possibly feared--is but a respite before the dust of ages erases all fame and infamy from the book of life.
And so they go to the tavern to await the next clarion call, these "Little ones" of oft-ill repute, that rouses them to grasp at Life's liquor in dark, dangerous places before the inevitable drinking of that fated and final cup. To always seek that next ephemeral hoard of gold and glory, the vain hope to forestall the inevitable by conquering or building a kingdom, to pursue the great dream with the coming of the dawn--that is what is best in life.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly---and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
