My son, you know that I disapprove of you heading out into
the world as an Adventurer. I taught you how to fight and spellweave so you
could protect the village, as I have for nearly twenty years, ever since I
rescued your mother from the Worshippers of T’Sayer.
However, since you’re as headstrong as she was, all I will
say is the short poem your grandfather told me when I was in your shoes.
“The road ahead is rocky, difficult, hard.
But on your journey, never trust a bard.”
I didn’t say it would help.
Now never come back.
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