To the tune of Seven Drunken Nights or, really, your favourite Irish Drinking Song

When I went out adventuring as brave as brave could be
I came across a treasure trove with gold piles high as me
And so I tried to take it all, but then with pure disdain
Did speak our party’s Wayfinder and began to explain

It’s Flux, it’s Flux you silly old fools
So Flux it won’t remain
That gold is worthless to you all, it’s value won’t sustain
Well it’s many a day I’ve travelled and so far left to go
But I’m sure I saw him pocketing all of that gold cargo

When I went out adventuring as brave as brave could be
We came across a sewer: repugnant as should be
And there we found some vermin who went off with quite a boom
But then spoke up the Wayfinder to bring us all more gloom

They’re Flux, they’re Flux, you silly old fools
So Flux they won’t remain
By the time we come back round, we’ll have to fight again
Well it’s many a day I’ve travelled and so far left to go
But I swear that bloody Wayfinder lured us into that grotto

When I went out adventuring as brave as brave could be
We came across a tavern, with a lad who fancied me
One thing led to another, and we made to go to bed
But then piped up the Wayfinder, who very smugly said

He’s Flux, he’s Flux, you silly old fool
So Flux he won’t remain
He’ll disappear by afternoon (and along with him, that stain!)
Well it’s many a day I’ve travelled and so far left to go
But I swear that lad was “stringing up that Wayfinder’s crossbow”

When I went out adventuring as brave as brave could be
We came across some watchmen who demanded that we flee
We were told they were just flux-things, so naturally we struck
But when we’d killed the last of them, Wayfinder shouted “Fuck!”

They’re real, they’re real, you silly old fools
We just committed a crime!
And so he ran into the Flux and left us all behind
It’s since been many a day I’ve travelled, and I’ve so far left to go
But if I ever see that Wayfinder, I’ll string him head to toe!