Its a sad thing you know William, many of these people will have thier hearts broken or even choken this Summer. Many lads will be off a raiding the hills, counting all theirs heads from kills. The women will be alone and sparsely defended. The men will be lustful and may not be so kind to those whom they meet. I pity the poor lasses and thier good looks, sorry if they ever run across some crooks. Blades shall stab, hearts shall bleed, and there'll be a demand for mead.

Goodnight and joy be with you all.