We  banded together to survive the unimaginable, and the handful of us who made it out took a solemn vow--we would never forget. Nor would we turn our backs on those we left behind.

You will find us where you least expect us. We are princes, knights, beggars and whores. Motley in assortment and haunted by our past, we bear many faces.

There is only one way to identify us. The crescent that was branded onto the back of our left hand. Most of us have chosen to hide the mark. Some of us wear it with honor. All of us continue to fight for ourselves and to reclaim what was stolen from us, but most of all we fight for others. 

So come, friend, join us in a drink and let us take a moment of silence to remember our fallen and a moment of happiness to enjoy the good that now surrounds us. For in the end, we will prevail and peace will once again reign in this land of chaos.

"There are three acts in a man's life which no one should advise him either to do or not to do. The first is to get married, the second is to go to the wars and the third is to go to the Holy Land. These things are all good in themselves, but they may turn out ill, in which case he who gave the advice will be blamed as if he were the cause of it."