Ser Haurchefant… The commander of Camp Dragonhead?

[he did make something of an impression. Even after events at the Waking Sands…]

That is most kind of him, indeed. He's… quite an exception, isn't he?

[and her expression eases, memories recalled.]

Ah… it's coming back to me now. [she tilts her head, tapping her knuckles against her head a moment, and recites.]

'Rook of Dzemael, stand you tall 'gainst the enemy's might.
Rose of Haillenarte, wind you 'round and ward the gates.
Bell of Durendaire, sound you the call to the walls.
Steed of Fortemps, prepare you to meet the rising hordes.
That we shall meet again, in Halone's halls.'

[she opens her eyes, mouth quirking slightly.]

It could, perhaps, do with work. But it served well enough to recall each of the Houses when I needed to.