Role

Chapter 2

As he savored the warm broth and regained his composure, Aelornmir began to
tell his tale. "My name is Aelornmir," he said, his voice barely above a
whisper. "I was once a prince of the Darsylon court, but now I am nothing
but a fallen soul. I was cast out for succumbing to the temptations of the
flesh and betraying my family and my honor."

Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke, the memories of his past still raw
and painful. "I gave in to my desires for a woman betrothed to my brother,
and in doing so, I brought shame upon my family and defiled my own
nobility."

With a deep sense of regret, he finished his soup, the warmth of the broth
filling him with a sense of comfort and peace. He looked up at the knight,
a newfound sense of resolve in his eyes. "I must find a new path, a new
purpose, and I must seek redemption for my past mistakes. I will embrace
the light and follow in your footsteps, kind stranger. Thank you for your
kindness and guidance."

With a bow of his head, Aelornmir gathered his tattered belongings and
stepped out into the busy streets of Galadon, his heart full of hope and
his soul filled with a newfound sense of purpose. As he turned to offer a
final farewell to the knight, he spoke with conviction.

"May you remain steadfast against sin and blessed by the light. Farewell."

Stepping out into the streets once more, Aelornmir's demeanor was visibly
improved, he walked with a sense of purpose. As he walked he pondered
that very purpose, his vow.

His vow:
To temper his actions until his judgment is sound, thus remaining
steadfast against sin and living a life that is worthy of redemption.