Stuff

(The following dialogue will likely change significantly in its final incarnation, based on the timing shit I want to do with the music here. But I need something to go on, so whatevs)
Bones: Strange that you have to go back about 960 years ago to find a time when my life could be considered “normal,” but that’s how my childhood was. I grew up when Solest was well into the Fourth Age. The biggest city in the world at that time…was Solendus. Home of the Solendian Knighthood. Hard to believe that place doesn’t exist anymore. Totally destroyed by the Rain of Fire. Now there’s ocean where it used to be. But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. The Solendian Knighthood had a far reach, but they couldn’t be everywhere. We hardly ever saw hide nor hair of them up in Nillen Valley when I grew up. The valley was to the North, though not quite as far as a place like Boreal. It was chilly and rugged, a great place to get exercise and learn basic survival skills. Like any community, my home village had its fair share of miscreants who would harass the locals. It was pretty hard to find a Knight in those parts, so those of us who know something about combat had to take matters into our own hands.
(Hopefully around this part Zeno walks into the frame as Stoic’s theme is picking up. Badass ftw)