Who Am I?
When Lord Owen first dragged me off to this quest in Lyonesse, I was confused and uncertain of my role. I knew only that my passion for home, for preserving the Order of the Graal, outweighed all. The Order represents much of what has been lost with the sinking of most of my homeland. It is order, clarity, hope, nobility... in short, it is life. I only hoped I could be of some use to them as they sought the Graal, which would stop the increased aging.
Then I found the locket. I don't know why it came into my possession. A disgraced Knight, a chance meeting. I helped kill him, as my companions disposed of his cohorts when they attempted to ambush us. He was clutching the gold locket and I thought it would be worth some coin back in New Lyonesse. Perhaps it was fate or the Unicorn has a twisted sense of humor. As it were, the locket contained a picture of something far more harrowing than I could have imagined.
Could it be? Oh, how I wish I could make more sense of Gran's ramblings. I know she holds the key, locked within the depths of her tortured psyche. Squire Taran has already ascribed qualities to me which may or may not be true. So long as he is uncertain, he is stalking me, holding this over my head almost as a form of blackmail by the very nature of his devotion to what may be the truth.
If it is true, I will take the proper path. Duty above desire. Honor above all.
Then I found the locket. I don't know why it came into my possession. A disgraced Knight, a chance meeting. I helped kill him, as my companions disposed of his cohorts when they attempted to ambush us. He was clutching the gold locket and I thought it would be worth some coin back in New Lyonesse. Perhaps it was fate or the Unicorn has a twisted sense of humor. As it were, the locket contained a picture of something far more harrowing than I could have imagined.
Could it be? Oh, how I wish I could make more sense of Gran's ramblings. I know she holds the key, locked within the depths of her tortured psyche. Squire Taran has already ascribed qualities to me which may or may not be true. So long as he is uncertain, he is stalking me, holding this over my head almost as a form of blackmail by the very nature of his devotion to what may be the truth.
If it is true, I will take the proper path. Duty above desire. Honor above all.