Reflections on your father
My father was a mystery. Aside from the fact that he's a soldier, who battled throughout the lands. Marching from field to field, crossing rivers of blood and sitting atop mountains of corpse. He actually got me a hell fire hot step sister. I mean god damn. Whenever my father got back from his adventures. He'd always amaze me with his stories, on how he saved a princess from a green giant and his pet donkey, how he battled "the wolf" at castle black, how he protected caravans from filthy bandits and many more. He's stories inspired me to dream. If I were the one saving the princess, what would it be like? If I were the one helping the vagrant scholar with his research, how many wonders would I have discovered? My father would woe at the thought that his son, who he wanted to be like him, a strong bad ass soldier, grew up up as a scrawny, slow on his toes and dull minded brat who only knew how to piss people off. Huh. Blames on you. Spreading your manliness and genes to god knows where, and not even teaching your son how to pick up ladies. Sigh. I never saw you since the last time. I don't even know of your still alive but, you lying bastard! How can you cheat on Mom like that! I grieve for my mom's foolishness for even falling for you! You! You! Vermin. I swear I'll kick your ass the next we meet. Whether on these lands or under!
Message to Advisor
Oh girl. Do you miss me? I've been hanging around with the old ex royalty physician, cutting hair, beards and stuff. Maybe, I'll shave some of yours? I also learned some cool animal handling skills. I could make rabbits fist bump with one another! If you could only see those cute little furries punch each other to extinction. Ah life.