We must strive for what is excellent, nothing less will do its part. To part ways with what we hold dear, be an a-front to all we hold dear. Deathless and accursed do I sail my seas, weary of distant shores. Yet to ye fair maiden, I now ask such high honor. Of being here and being there, one in and one out. To fight your battles with pen, ink and quill. To load and run rampant, across all seas that dare threaten thee. A Knight I most certainly am not, nor able body yet clear and sound of mind. A Ship I have to sail, even it be by night and ink. Dark is the mission dear, and slaughter without cause be my destination. Still, even the darkness champions the light. For we know all too well, the games the Dark and Light play. Without one, there is no other, and without both, there be no tales to speak of. And speak of them I do.