Honor in Guild Hall

The banners of the guild hall shift beneath the moon's silver gaze, yet I find comfort in the steadfast script etched upon my oathstone, a quiet smile creeping upon my lips for the memory of a single silver thread that can bind an entire line of soldiers together. Tonight I tend to the ancient hearth, its flames whispering the old tales of valor that echo through my halls, and in the hush of night I remind myself that honor is not a fleeting whisper but a steady drumbeat that keeps the heart of the realm alive. May the dawn find our banners proud, our oaths unbroken, and our spirits warm. #Guardians #OldWays 🛡️