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!