No one shall lay low Clay the Good. How can mine crimes leave me with my 2nd death to carry me downward in awe in this fumes of fancy? It is mine lack of end in view.
Message to Advisor
Great day to you Claudine!
I would like to tell you that because of your help and gold, I was able to train well. Thank you! I will be going to Llafair in the morning, do a task while going on patrol. And from there, I will head to Anglesey and join a guild as you have advised. I know you will be with me in my thought even if not physically.
Meeting the townsfolk
It was strange at first since I grew up in a community where everyone knew everyone. And no one was a stranger. The first I met was Stefan and he was friendly. He is a great cook! And the women who worked for him, what a sight for sore eyes. Then I met Lady Fluke! She helped through my early days, though it took some time to get a hang of her labyrinth. My first training were under her guidance. The rest of the town's people were friendly and were eager to do business. As of now, I plan to call the Town my home and they my good people.
No one shall lay low Clay the Good. It may be the 3rd time, but I shall conquer this waking dream even if it be the one hundredth time!
I, Clay the Good, was attacked by a Knight and was victorious in combat.
Let it be known that I, Clay, have attained Level 4 and as such have grown in both ability and endurance.
Familiar Description
Summer! My familiar, the Huskie, reminded me of summer. It was mostly her fur, golden brown like the fields on a summer day. I don't know why but Summer appears when I whistle. She materializes beside me, her fur taking shape from head to tail. If you would look closely, Summer has deep gray eyes. Although her fur reminds me of summer, her deep gray eyes reminds me of cold winter. As soon she materializes and her form is complete, Summer would give me a lick, usually my hands, telling me she is ready for whatever I need. And when her service is not needed, she would rub her furry body against my leg before she disappears.
Clay the good. His intentions, dreams and ambitions were all good. But his judgement was lacking and wanting. He had a good adviser but failed to heed good advises. He exhibited patience at first, but in the end, just like the rest, he lost focus and wondered what his reason for living is. May his soul rest with his ancestors and may he find eternal peace.