I was nearly ready to give up on the research I do. I was wondering if I should try a different persona or who knows what else.
Then I got a quest from the Queen and warm appreciation from the King. He shook my hand and calmed my nerves.
It is the small kindnesses that show you who someone really is.
There is hope Duke Kenric is still out there, waiting. And so we stoke those fires until the fuel is gone.
I don't know him well at all, but we quake at the loss of greatness, kindness and care.
To absent friends.
