This is one of the greatest things anyone has ever done for me, to write a poem in my honor. Aeric wrote this when I had once departed from the lands to remember me by. A TOAST! A TOAST! Tell me friends... do ye recall when The White would send the battle call and stalwart fighters all would rally 'round? Stout steeds gave forth their winter breath The White, he'd say "do not fear death" and we'd all fall in behind without a sound To the battle we at last would come To aid friends, and see justice done The White led ever onward, win or lose At battle's end we'd raise an ale.. dance a jig, and tell a tale so many sleeping hours did we lose. And now again the fiends we fight But now we go without The White Yet the spirit of he and others still lives on As I raise this ale with friends tonight And make this toast unto The White We remember all good friends who now are gone TO THE WHITE!