Just came back from school's carol singalong so I have an idea...

Dungeonmaster Treguard went on first quest of season

When the fire burned once more they reached an age of reason

Brightly shone the sun that day, according to Drassil

When a potenial dungeoneer entered the dark castle

"Hither Pickle, stand by me, if thou know'st it telling

Yonder kiddie, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good way hence, comes from Northern Ireland

In a place called Sligo, it's quite a big island"

"Bring me eyeshield, bring me helm, he may be in danger

Thou and I will see him quest, will you enter, stranger?"

He and Pickle, forth they went, the castle's supervisors

To make the young lad ready, and to meet advisors

"Sire, the night is darker now and the levels are frozen

Fails my heart, I know not what, what action have you chosen?"

"Oh, Pickle, you see he's fine, no more interruption:

He is just a victim of temporal disruption"

Everything in this game is simply an illusion

These armchair adventurers, stay for the conclusion

"Master when will they go home, please tell me precisely"

They will go home soon Pickle, if you ask them nicely...