Not cloth, not crown,
but courage makes kin.
Not helm, not hide,
but hearth-light within.

Fire for the frozen,
food for the guest.
Oath given truly,
honor held best.

Steel will shatter,
tunics decay.
Yet feasts flame eternal,
and laughter will stay.

Hospitality shields us,
story is sword.
Truth is our treasure,
courage our hoard.

Thus speak I, wizard,
ward of the hall:
The folk are the fire,
the culture, the all.