As I travel toward the east, I have met, in some very strange places, Brothers of the craft and Brother Sir Knights. In places some would least expect like at bike runs, shooting events, in the mines, and just a stranger that happens to see the ring.
Perhaps this is not the place, if it is not then please feel free to move or remove it.
I would like to know if there are any other Brothers of the craft haunting these halls, and here ye might be from.
So Mote it be
Am fear nach gleidh na h–airm san t–sith, cha bhi iad aige ’n am a’ chogaidh.
He that keeps not his arms in time of peace will have none in time of war.