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Morguerat
“Well done, boy! Your life shall become your own again only should you be willing to face it and find strength in your remembering. Know this, boy, you are not the first, nor your tale the most tragic ......”
Words without breath, formed by magic placed in the tome, the dry words, so similar to wind passing over autumn leaves, or pages of parchment left to scatter, they imparted a smattering of hope. Perhaps Helm still had need of him. His dreams had been silent of late, but then again, he'd barely had a chance to sleep, let alone fall into the deep slumber that usually imparted such visions. Images appeared spurred on by the magical mouths of the book images form and "spoke" wordlessly a rush of information that echoed much of what Morguerat sought. Then the rune-engraved blade. Ardent Justice, A fitting name for the weapon of a knight. Then the vision was gone, leaving the man drained as though he'd run for a dozen leagues, a draining that dapped the strength from his body, but bolstered his spirit. The former knight slumped, direction had been given, and a new journey was before him. It would doubtless be a long and troubled road, fraught with danger and peril. But it would remove Larry from the hands of the Mod Mage, if he came with the fallen paladin. That alone made the task worth taking, having a greater tool to battle evil made it doubly worthy.
"Words from the past grant focus." the knight said, then looked at Larry and added "I've seen a vision, wrapped up in the words of this tome is a tale of a sword used by heroes past. I believe that this should be our next step. I have little in the way of arms to defend us, and frankly it would be nice if you could at least have a weapon to wield on your own, a warrior should not be forced to cower behind an ally, not when there's battle to be joined. Try as I might, I cannot be everywhere and I cannot guarantee an assassin will not have an opportunity to strike you down. Are you handy with a staff boy? A simple weapon but one that can be as deadly as steel in skilled hands." He looked again and noticed how intently the stranger was watching. "I thank you sir, if your heart be true, and your aim justice and truth, I invite you to join us. The danger will be great, and I can promise no reward, but you are welcome to join us, and keep a fair share of whatever treasure we find on our way."
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