GTRO: Chat between half-brothers.
[Note: For people who don't know, Asgeir is Einar's brother. Half brother actually. Same mother, different father.]
It was well past the bedtime of children, so undoubtedly Prontera had fallen into silence as the crescent moon rose high. No shadows other than our own and the occasional patrolling guard could be seen in the vicinity.
Towards the outskirts of Prontera, I forcefully dragged my younger half-brother Einar so I could have a chat with him. This wasn't the first time I wanted to smash him in the head, but usually I could control my discontent. I am 10 and he is 7. I am older and should know better, but this time he went too far.
I cannot forgive him. I cannot forgive anyone that makes mother cry. Just the mere thought of that had me raging with fire.
"Why?!? Why don't you try at all!? Can't you see that mother feels ashamed that you, that the 'Son of the Head Vigmundr', can't even get a passing grade in the Swordsman class?!"
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