To the wilder-folk you are Thultrakka - and proudly won that name was, for not all warriors prove themselves worthy to bear it and to the wanderers of the fells I am known as Fireheart, for my warmth and generosity of course.
Carefully keeping his sword low Robhan thanked Haelyn for Bjorn's wit in calling out...
Considering the illusion he so nearly fell for, Robhan calls ahead to the Patriarch as he hastens towards him, "this is a place of fell illusion - but only those godly can sing holy prayer" as he approaches Robhan says a simple prayer spoken by many knights before they accept holy vows.
Great Haelyn, accept my heart this day
And make it always Thine,
That I from Thee never shall stray,
Nor from thy laws decline.
Anoint me with Thy heavenly grace,
Adopt me for Thine own,
That I may see Thy glorious face
And worship at Thy throne.
Let every thought and work and word
To Thee be ever given;
Then life shall be Thy service, Lord,
And death the gate of heaven.
He looks at the Patriarch, clearly awaiting his response as he comes closer.