This wasn’t what he’d imagined when he chose to stay with Garric at the Reaver’s Rest. He was nothing but a support player, a footnote, condemned to watch while another man wrote himself into legend. He didn’t crave adulation or excitement, but when bards sang of the day Ossia reclaimed the Ember Blade, he wanted to at least get a mention.
It’s funny how in our younger days we are so eager to put our stamp on the world. Without a thought to how it will effect us later in life.
