The young boy stared wide-eyed as his pony passed under the archway of the large goes leading to the abbey at Northshire. He looked at the stonework for a moment before turning his gaze back to his father riding in front of him on a fiery, winged lion.
“I’m really going to be a paladin.”
“If that’s what you want,” Braghaman answered, looking back over his shoulder at his young son. “If you want this.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be as good a paladin as you someday.”
“Son, I expect you’ll be a greater paladin than I ever was.”
“Why do you think that? Wouldn’t I be just like you?”
“In some way, Banny. But there’s one big difference between you and me.”
“What’s that, father?”
Braghaman pulled on...