Aeson Virandr was a living, breathing legend. He was a Draleid of old, one of the greatest warriors to have ever lived. And he was their father. What harm could come to them with a father like that? A father who had trained them to wield a blade with his own hands. Somewhere along the way, that fantasy faded. His father was a warrior of legend, a master of the blade, a hero… but he was mortal. And mortal men could die.
