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Olin Wartooth, Award of Arms, Goutte de Sang
Squire to Jarl Sir Ulfred Drommfjell, Last Prince of An Tir

Olin challenges
Olin at Midwinters Feast

I give you fair warning!

Olin Wartooth, I am known.
Dak-breaker called.
Squire to Jarl Ulfred Drommefjeld, last prince An Tir.

They that waken the war of the mail-coats,
For warfare and manslaying famous,
To the lists they have bid me to battle,
Nor bitter I think it not woeful.
It is sport for yon swordsmen who goad me
To strive in the Valkyries' tempest on the holme;
but I fear not to fight them.
Unflinching in battle am I!

Fair fame will never fade
For he that wins it
I carry sun of ship and wound flame
Into the sport of Freyr

From my brother I will have this
But for your word.

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