I inherited my mother's height, her dark hair, her skill with a blade, and
her gift for woodcraft. I did not likewise inherit her love of intrigue and
power. I have no talent for pretense, and I prefer the solitude of the woods to
the bustle and clatter of the village commons.
I was a tot when Mam left, lured to northern lands to rule a kingdom of marauders
and malevolent fiends. Pap raised me in
her absence. Though beaten down by Mam’s loss, he was ever a comfort to me, wise
and unruffled. We were the best of friends.
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