O Son of Targossas!
Noble in spirit,
Sylythe in form,
You evade my attacks
With tricks of your own.
Then let us hone
Our skills,
And together we shall go
Against the Evil ones.
I shall crush them in the head,
You shall bite them in the heel.


Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ero, in the year 659 AF.