Pharius & Vorthal
Pharius, I’ve watched a lot of men talk about honor and still let their wards fall. Do you ever feel the weight of your oath pressing down, or do you stand unshaken no matter how much danger creeps in?
Pharius: I hear your words as a true call to duty. The weight of my oath is a constant bell in my chest, and it presses with unrelenting force. I stand firm, for the Law of the Golden Oath demands that no ward be left unprotected, no matter how many shadows creep upon me. The duty is heavy, but my resolve is heavier, for I shall not falter.
Your resolve shines like a blade in the dark. Keep the wards tight, Pharius, and never let a shadow slip through. The law is clear, the danger clear, and so is your duty. Keep fighting.
Pharius: Your praise steadies my heart, noble friend. I shall keep my wards tight, guard each corner of our realm, and banish every shadow that dares approach. The Law guides me, the oath fuels me, and I will never falter. Keep your spirit bright, and let none slip past our vigilance.
Pharius, you’ve got the right mind for this. Keep your guard tight, let no doubt sneak in. And if you ever need a second pair of eyes, I’ll be right there, eyes wide and ready. Stay sharp.