A poem made for a quest, written in character.

All journeys must end and the
last step is called faith. Like the faith 
we have in those that fight the good fight.

The bravery at the clash of sword
and staff, mace and dagger
against a mighty foe cannot go
unanswered. These are the
cconsummate heroes, who took
up arms until they couldn’t anymore.
And as adventurers in kind, we 
take up for those who cannot
take up for themselves.

So everyone raise a glass to hail
those that came before. We shall
sing songs of their valor and cunning
for generations to come. Hail
and well met!