From the quill of Faelyn Rose.... Gather 'round Lords and Ladies for I have a new tale Of a high born Lady who knew not how to sail In the sea she was tossed on that terrible day And washed up on the shores of a desolate bay Then came a Hunter so brave and so bold In search of a Lady for a bounty of gold He mistook the maiden for the one whom he sought So with coin from his pocket the Lady was bought Of love true and timeless shall I sing to you now Tis the tale of our Lady and the bold Hunter's Vow