[!] A poem is pinned to the Honeyhill Noticeboard
"O' my love, fair and true,
From these lands to the waters blue,
Come kiss me by my burrow
Atop the hill on by the river
Carved into stone, eternal
Let us prance in the meadows
And eat berries in the woods
And make a thousand stories that I
Can write into my journal
And if our love is to be denied,
Let us both die
And our bodies to be buried
Where what was wild now is tamed
Where stony tunnels cut through the terrain
And spring blooms o' so vernal.