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“I… what?” The words were soft, almost unbelieving in their reception.
“Gillot, you are your own man. Before you are measured by your Father, your Peers, and even the gods themselves you are measured by yourself.” Lucian swiped the air in front of him with a chop of the hand, “Disregard all that is said about you otherwise. Ignore the oaths and quests others have set you upon but never agreed upon. You are your own man.”
“So what are you saying? That I should renounce my peerage and blood? Become a vagabond of the road?” He asked while beating his chest, “I am Prince Gillot of Bordeleaux. Unlike you I cannot run from that!”
Lucian could only grow a smile at those words, “Yes you can, for many have before. We both have met their kind before. Those who, even as they are Lords of Land, renounce even the Lance they carry in Quest.”
Recognition slammed like a brick. The man frozen solid by the revelation struck into his heart.
Lucian felt his heart boiling now, his senses flushed as excitement came to him, “Even if no mortal man shall go against your Father, there are two others who can. The first and foremost if you, and the next are the Gods themselves. I tell you this, Gillot, strive to be the best man, the best Knight, and the Gods will bless you just as they have me.”
Shakenly, the Knight slowly rose from his seat, “I shall leave you Lucian, I shall leave you to think of what you’ve shared. But to think that you would even recommend taking on the Quest…”
Gillot did not say anything more after that, the man simply leaving the room without the light.
Lucian gave a sigh and he lowered himself and blew out the candle that was giving him such good lighting. That was because as his hands found the piece of stone it was searching for, he slid it open once again to resume his vigil over the Underway.
>Take the hidden routes into the Karak
>Use the sewers that have been unused for centuries
>Quick and fast, so the undead do not give signal.
