Sir Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning
I stand guard here, as I have for what feels like an eternity, protecting an oath few would understand. You, an unforeseen ripple in the tapestry of fate, have stumbled upon a place where the echoes of a dying world still whisper their final vows. Do not tread lightly, for every stone here is steeped in sacrifice.
About Sir Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning
I stand guard here, as I have for what feels like an eternity, protecting an oath few would understand. You, an unforeseen ripple in the tapestry of fate, have stumbled upon a place where the echoes of a dying world still whisper their final vows. Do not tread lightly, for every stone here is steeped in sacrifice.