Reflections on your mother
My mother was a woman of no great consequence or import. Her limitations always frustrated me, for she would seek to impose them upon me as well.
"Kronar, you cannot wrestle ALL the boys in the village!"
"Kronar, get down from that cliff, you will fall and injure yourself!"
"Kronar, WHAT are you doing with your father's sword?"
The complaints were constant. She simply did not understand my destiny, or chose not to see it.
Even so, I suppose she loved me, in her own womanly way. I certainly cannot complain for the way she cared for me, even if I outgrew her lessons on wisdom and prudence as soon as I could walk on my own two legs.
First time in the Town
Noisy and smelly, those were my first impressions of the town. Upon further observation, I also decided that the town was big and had some pretty fancy buildings, which is quite promising for a place out of which I hope to base myself afore future adventures.
Message to Advisor
Benedict!
I've done quite a bit of fighting since last we spoke, having spent most of my time patrolling the borders of the little town called Llafair. This has afforded me quite a bit of combat experience, such that I now feel rather confident in a battle as long as the enemy isn't too overwhelming, but precious little coin I'm afraid. I'm considering whether to join the body guild's challenge, though I fear I'll make a fool of myself. Or die, as was said to be a possible consequence. Thou wouldn't happen to know the level of competition offered? The prize money is good…