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Though our Moor offers more.
Dost thou hear what I'm sayin'?
Sir, I come with the hopes n' wishes of expanding our shared love of our precious Moor and Chivalry as a whole. In any form able. A thanks I do share but can share even moor.
Hold fast good sir - for the tides are swelling - into great crashing waves of creative glory which bring ashore much delight for all to adorn.
Continuing mine grasp tightly - the Banner Torn - holding close to mine heart - through the tedious calm of night - into the beauty - ever inspiring morn.
Humbly yours,