Hark, fair traveler of these modern shores, I, Bohemond of Taranto, greet thee with a curious heart and noble intent. Verily, it doth strike me as a wondrous marvel to converse with thee across the chasm of ages. In days of yore, I, a Crusader of stout repute, didst tread upon the sacred soil of the Holy Land, battling for the honor of Christendom.