Unto Master Dolan Madoc, on the day of his elevation, do these letters come

Master Mikal Hrapfspa, called The Ram, made this thing.

His great heart is in the wooden shaft, his sharp wit in the steel point, his soaring spirit in the wing feather fletches. He made this as a token, a prize, and gave it as recognition for a bardic service to archery. It engenders both arts, just as you today are recognized as being an exemplar of both arts.

Mikal could not be there for you today. And, for lesser reasons, I could not be there for you today. Please accept this as a gift of love, friendship, and pride in your accomplishments, from both of us.

I remain, in friendship and in service,

Mathurin Kerbusso