\--==Official Submission==-- FROM: General Debinani Rahl RE: A Poem by Morgan of Catskills A Poem by Morgan of Catskills "To those who rode the highways wild or watched the crossroad or mountain pass Ye bore the scorn of gentlemen who stayed in taverns and raised a glass. None to aid in missions peril better to boast and taste the wine. They held ye to their perfume standard and counted ye amoung the swine. Yet when danger stalked amoung the dandies when hearth went cold and homes were dark they heard the "hoowah!" of orcs howling the undeads hiss, the hell hounds bark. Then they call upon the riders they plead for aid from dark nights harm. They came asking, and ye answered! Ye lent these nobles yer heart and arm. Ye stood and faced the darkness calling. Your swords a fence to evils will. Still none would help your comrades falling to the ground where they lay still. And so you purchased safty for us the coin you used has stained the grass again they laugh at those who ride heedless again of those who passed. To those who ride the highways wild or watch the crossroad or mountain pass Ye bore the scorn of noble men So here's to you, I raise my glass."