Therlion sighed. "As you know, I am a schollar. I research history, books and legends." He tried to remember something to talk about, but he couldn't focus. "I was journeying from the south to an old dwarven mine when I was attacked. I tried running, but the men caught up. I was knocked unconcious and I woke up strapped to a horse. Not wanting to go into details, for fear of saying something inconsistent because of his loss of concentration and focus, he quickly added "But that really isn't important right now. I am here, and your father wants me to teach you my lore. What interests you?"y
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