Greetings our fair Prince, How art thou? When shall we be graced with your presence again.
Lady Arianna

Thou art silent, goodly Drake Arcus. Hath the soft-pawed feline thy tongue be captured?
Whereforth art thou, sir, that thy voice be heard unto the Shire.

Gramercy for thy friendship, Sir Bard, I do look forward unto reading thy creations.

Welcum ye unto the Sire young bard. May thy dulcet tongue sing unto our ears as the small fowls so befound in verdant medows.

Thine be a gentle calling, gentle bard, and not without danger as ye travail this land asharing thy art with those who have ears to hear.

May’th the earless be few in counting as thy wend thy way these endless paths. Doth Erato and Euterpe, muses fickle are they, be thy companions and guide thy inspiration.