Baroness Sinn's Quoyne Scroll

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Hweat! Hear well this praise of the hall-keeper, the hearth-tender

The mother of foxes, the minder of most northern reaches

She who was called to service in the sunlight of summer

She whose days passed into darkness of plague and uncertainty

She whose heart hears and mind gathers that which her people most need

She who stood steadfast and sheltered all those that sought safety

Through the times of trial and tribulation, proving true to her people 

This cup bearer of comfort and certainty called to each with succor and hope

This generous mead-bearer giving freely of her time, her praise, herself,

This shield of security, a shining beacon cutting through the dark to give light to her people

The long night has passed and we have weathered those days well

Tended as we were by the grace and love of our baroness

Ever in service to this great northern home, this highland hall, the foorde in the north

Hear this praise for Baroness Sinn Larensdottir and bid her take her place

Among those who have gone before her in the Order of the Quoyne.

Done by Eadric the Potter and Beatriz Aluares de la Oya, Baron and Baroness of Highland Foorde, this 13th day of April at our Investiture in Storvik