A coward, that's what the Knights of Radiance considered my father to be. A coward who took their tool and used it for his own goals. The fire that had been used by the Knights of Radiance for generations was now in the hands of a man who never dared to set foot in the place of that flame's origins.
Fearing that the Knights might take it from him.
Or so, it's what most of the Knights considered as truth. Which was a lot different than they might expect. My father thought it was the flames keeping the monster at bay. The flames that kept his family safe.
A willful ignorance caused by a false hope. Because even I understood how foolish my father was. But I was not here to give out an excuse to these people. I came here to return what was theirs in return for their help.
