He stopped before Karyk, who was standing in a grand hall, as if waiting for them.
The old man went down on his knees, respectfully greeting Karyk. "This old man greets the City Lord."
Karyk extended a hand to help the old man up, his eyes filled with compassion.
He recognized the pain and sadness in the old man's eyes. He could also see some disbelief.
With a gentle smile, Karyk said, "Please rise, my friend. Your presence here honors me."
As the old man got back on his feet, his eyes glistened with gratitude.
"Thank you, City Lord, for your kindness and generosity," the old man exclaimed. "I never thought I would have the opportunity to stand in this grand hall... The hall that my son gave his life to protect."
As he spoke, his voice carried his pain. For a father, losing his son in any circumstance was a tragedy, but to know that his son had given his life to protect others was both a source of pride and profound sorrow.
