With baited breath those there did hear

the Bard proclaim the next.

A Thrall and Sentry without fear

but one, his pride did flex.

"Three strikes first..." the Thrall did say

"...But do make sure they count."

Knowing his might far did outweigh

his counter in the bout.

Honour may have bid him to gift

the Sentry a reprieve.

Three strikes may well a battle shift...

It takes but one to cleave.



Penned by my hand on the 7th of Glacian, in the year 966 AF.