Dutiful and dauntless is Tearlach. Afeared are all within his polearm’s strike. Unstintingly giving, arming, and armoring. Growling in glory. Admired by war-kin. Beloved by brothers. Thus, prowling with prowess, does Tearlach the Profane enter into the Order of Tygers Combatant by the hand of King Aelfwine and Queen Arastorm the Golden at the Ice Castle Tourney in Mountain Freehold, on this sixth day of February, anno sociatis XVI.
The Fyne and Nice Workes of Aneleda Falconbridge