On the Fifth Day of Second Moon, in the Fifth Year after the Fifteenth Raid after the Wall.
I did not bear witness to these events, but they were relayed to me in great detail by both Elric Fireeye, and by my father, the Captain Alex Ironshield. The word of these two men is known by all to be beyond reproach, and so I tell faithfully what was told to me.
It began on what all thought to be a quiet evening. Elric knelt beside the wooden beam that ran down the center of the Wardenhall, dividing it into the half filled with bunks for unmarried wardens and an area for mess and recreation. It was solid oak, a yard square in height and width, and five in length. It was a mighty tree that had yielded this beam when the eldest of the elders were yet young men. The edges, especially near the center, were worn to the point of being round, and the top was covered in stains from decades of bloody noses and knuckles.