Hear me, goddess of storms, and the bringer of rain, The Mother of Men and Shor's Warrior-Wife, Your Sons and your Daughters implore you again, Protect those that hunt, for they savor their life. Your wind at our backs, we seek the faintest of tracks, Your blessings alone exalt our fury in attacks. We watch for the Hawk, on the grayest of days, Your servants and advocates, trained in the Old Ways. Dune, Elsweyr