The Item
"You bastard!" you shriek. "How could you ask a person to kill one so young? It is you who deserves to die!" you stab Elam in the chest. He moans something like "traitor," and then falls, dead. How the mighty have fallen.
"I am sorry you had to see that," you tell Faern. "But he wanted you to be the one in a pool of blood."
"I know," she continues to sob. "And you will always be there for me."
"Yes Faern, I will." In the aftermath of the intense fight, you know what you must do. "We are leaving. Away. Far away. I will adopt you, and we can live somewhere in the country where no one will bother us. Not Uthruc, not those who think you are a threat."
"I am sorry you had to see that," you tell Faern. "But he wanted you to be the one in a pool of blood."
"I know," she continues to sob. "And you will always be there for me."
"Yes Faern, I will." In the aftermath of the intense fight, you know what you must do. "We are leaving. Away. Far away. I will adopt you, and we can live somewhere in the country where no one will bother us. Not Uthruc, not those who think you are a threat."
