I remember, a Paladin lad,
Who just set foot off Loom.
And I recall, a Forest Guy,
Who saved the lad from doom.

Well, now, sir, that lad's matured,
And since become a Knight.
And he still strives to be the Guy,
That saved him on that night.

Dear Rangor, sir, your skills are true,
Your heart is still with me.
I'll save it, and keep training,
For your return to thee.

So with my blades, and axes bold,
I'll stand true to what you uphold,
And in the lighted village near,
Know your strength, and have no fear.

For we here in our own thin skin,
Will ache for you, our next-of-kin
What comes next we hope and pray,'
That you will sleep until your day.

You lit a fire so long ago,
I hope now you can see,
How with your strong, yet gentle hand,
The drive will never, never leave me.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Miraman, in the year 403 AF.