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He smiles at that, setting the bag down to embrace his daughter.
"Thine mother ist neither warrior nor hero born, and yet I love her. Thine half-sister Aridis wouldst rather hunt and play and sing in the bars before taking the battlefield. And for all our differences, I hath given thy uncle every chance the Nine-worlds couldst ask. All art my family, and they make me proud, and I love them no less for their differences though I wish thy uncle wouldst turn from his plotting ways. E'en still, he ist my brother. Thou'rt most dedicated to thy studies, smart, resourceful. There is much of thy mother in thee. And whate'er thy siblings did or thought, thou hast always been thine own person, and for all this I am most proud of thee."

He steps back, looking her in the eye. "I wilt also let thee in on a small secret. Thy brother and eldest sister glory in a warrior's conquests, and there ist nothing wrong with that. But their number of kills and deeds doth make stories, not heroes. Who ist or ist not a hero ist only truly known when thou hast everything on the line, and thy heart remains true, and they do what is right. In this, though thou dost ne'er seek out danger, when it finds thee and thy siblings, I hath ne'er seen thee fail."