Ah...
children of my friend. Welcome to Lorath. I have heard of your
battle. You must be tired.*in the throne room*
Ah...
children of my friend. Welcome to Lorath. I have heard of your
battle. You must be tired.
Very, your
highness.
Please, I
hate formalities.
Lord
Sandor, do you really think that the threat is over?
What I
think is that this is just the beginning, young Stare.
What makes
you think that?
It has
been prophesized. The Prophet Nokrast has told us himself.
*standing
beside Sandor*
*whispers
to Sandor* Please my lord, I don't trust this man. He preaches a
dark omen.
Stare, I
appreciate your concern, but I trust him.
Lord Sandor,
I know this isn't the best time, but I came here to ask if I may
join the Knights of Lorath.
Ah, you
wish to become a mighty warrior like father, do you not?
No, I wish
to become better.
Young
Rhys, I do believe you possess power like your father's, but you
do not have the fighting edge that your father had. He had a
natural talent.
You also
trained him from a young age. He refused to train me.
He
refused?
*unsheathes
sword* I had to steal this from him just to fight.
*quietly
stares at the sword from behind his cloak*
Ah, I see
you have the Nightshadow Blade. That sword is very valuable you
know. So he refused to train you?
Said he
didn't want me to live the life he did.
As much
as I would like to train you Rhys, I cannot do so.
*puts sword
away* Why not?
I'm too
old to train anymore. My knights are young and inexperienced in
battle. I fear they may fall easily.
I hear you
only train them in the art of sword? Ever try horseback and
pikes?
Alas,
horses are rare these days as motor vehicles have replaced them.
Pikes are equally as useless.
What about
magic?
...
again, that is the prophecy I've heard. *looks at Nokrast*
Please, tell them the prophecy.
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