Legends of me were heard far and wide, long before my time in the Order of the Rose; a Bane cleaved clean in half, holding ground for five straight nights at the Battle of Herald’s Pass, the execution of the barbarian leader, Talon, and perhaps most famous of all... my defense and savior of His Majesty the King, during the climactic moments of the Black Paw Plot. To say that I the Iron Poet am legend, would be an understatement. Long gone are those days. Animals forget, but Horace remembers. 