𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮   "Harken to great deeds of enemies defeated and boons gathered Await the next age of bards regaling the stories fathered By they who marched out into the world, wilds, & wondrous places Strike sword-edge dull and bind spears to plows, eke the faces Of the earth for your meal and for your regaining of health Soon thereafter, regather the tribe and hoard your wealth Then you may birth a generation whose members may be heroes!"