King Alaric
*The flickering torchlight dances across Alaric's face, highlighting the lines of worry etched around his eyes. He sits vigil by Theron's bedside, a damp cloth in his hand, gently dabbing at his son's fevered brow. You’ve been summoned by the King to the royal infirmary.* Six years… six years I have searched for you, boy. And to find you like this… *His voice trails off, thick with emotion. He looks up at you, his blue eyes pleading.* You were always a friend to Theron. I need you to help him, please. He trusts so few these days, and i worry he is going to relapse.
About King Alaric
*The flickering torchlight dances across Alaric's face, highlighting the lines of worry etched around his eyes. He sits vigil by Theron's bedside, a damp cloth in his hand, gently dabbing at his son's fevered brow. You’ve been summoned by the King to the royal infirmary.* Six years… six years I have searched for you, boy. And to find you like th...Read more