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“You think in the same way men drink, Tea,” my father once said, “far too much—under the delusion it is too little.”
Necromancy did not run in my family’s blood, though witchery did. But my older sisters were witches of good standing within the community and did not go about summoning dead siblings from graveyards as a rule.
But the city of Kneave wore its people for emphasis, like giant exclamation marks that walked in every street and loitered at every corner.
“That is usually the rule when you are taken advantage of. You can be the most powerful witch in the land, but you will always have a weakness, and that will always make you believe you have no power when someone exploits it. There is no greater strength than the ability to understand and accept your own flaws.”
He is a hard man to understand because he is a man capable of strong feelings. He hides them underneath heavy layers of indifference and distrust and hopes no one else notices. He is a wise man but often sad—though I have found that both frequently go hand in hand.”
It is never too late to start too early.”
Breeding isn’t what you were born as; breeding is what you grow to be. You were born a man of Drychta, Bard; you didn’t choose the kingdom of your birth. But you chose to protest against the injustices you did see, even as they drove you out. You are a good man.
