Derakis nods to Marithorn. “Indeed. I come from a village just south of Edoras. I lived there with my father and younger brother until five years ago. My father was a Rider of the Mark, and during an attack on our village by orcs, he died defending it. I left my brother there, since he began to serve as a Rider as my father had, and I wandered the wilderness, hunting and defending people from orcs.”
He smiled sadly. “I wanted to ensure that the tragedy that befell my father never happened to anyone else. I know now that I can’t save everyone, and that terrible things happen, despite all our efforts. But the real important thing is making an effort.” He shook his head. “I apologize. I have got off on my own little story.”
[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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