Ever notice how when the Dragoons raid Stavenn, all the the Stavennites
run out of their city?

Ever notice when just one of us dies, we stick around and keep fighting.

Ever notice when Stavenn raids, we stand to meet them, save for when
they use the noble tactic of raiding when no one is around?

Ever notice when the Wildgraf so much as sets foot outside Kinsarmar, I
slice at one of them, or a bard goes out there to hum a lullaby at them,
they all bolt back to Stavenn, their pants thoroughly messed?

Funny, ain't it?

Dragoon Lorccan d'Treune-Cridhe

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aequitas, in the year 464 AD.