Maybe I should give away my father’s legacy.

I’m faithfully fulfilling his final request, after all. I don’t need another memento of him.

My brother on the other hand...

• You keep listening.

My brother, Danell, has a different way of thinking about these things.

Ever since I was attacked by a Dragon Lord when I was younger, I’ve been incredibly frightened of them.

One day I hope I’ll forget my fears and be able to fight bravely against the Balaur.

Daeva, would you give Danell the inheritance?

• Accept
• Decline

I can understand Danell.

He saw countless humans get turned into stone in seconds. No wonder he’s frightened.

But he can’t just shake with fear forever.

I hope that when Danell sees our father’s legacy he’ll be able to pull himself together.

• You end the conversation.

Wurus hopes his sister Danell will cheer up a little. Give her Siel's Insignia, a keepsake of their father.

"The skies rain. Rain with the tears of blood that drip drip drip from my soul..."

That's a line from my latest poem. It reflects the inky despair that permeates my very being.

• "Yeesh. Uh, this is for you?"

This is... this is Father's. But I thought he gave it to Wurus.

He was always a cheerful man. He used to give me rides on his back and tell me how beautiful life is...

Well. Not that this makes any difference to the Countess of Cruelty, but I'll keep it--perhaps look at it once in a while.

Wurus thinks his sister Danell, who is very dark and broody, could use their father's keepsake more than he does.

You delivered the keepsake to Danell. You thought that her angst brightened just a little upon seeing it.