"Many years ago, before the current king started enforcing senseless and classist laws, I used to be a trucker when the invention first arrived in the kingdom. I transported goods all over the continent through secret routes and narrow roads. I knew every road, every shortcut. But… when I lost my family, I lost everything else too. I stopped driving, I stopped working, and I ended up here."
The road narrowed as we continued the conversation. Luke kept launching attacks behind us, but I could feel his magic starting to weaken.
"Why do you keep going?" I asked. "After everything you've been through, what motivates you to continue?"
The old man sighed, his voice heavy with the wisdom that only years and pain can bring.
