Fathers and Sons: Part II
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Sordyr ambled among the market stalls, pausing as he heard an elf and his wife bickering about the husband’s lack of barter skills.
“I’m a warrior, not a merchant,” the elf sternly spoke. “You knew that when we married.”
“We still have to eat,” she protested.
“Then you handle it, like you always have and let me do what I am destined to do.”
“There you go again,’ she sighed, “you and your destiny. Destiny doesn’t put food on the table.”
“I am paid just like every other warrior,” he huffed.
“Good morning, Master Jandir,” Sordyr smiled, interrupting the husband and wife spat.
The elf’s irritation vanished when he saw his customer. “Good morning, Prince Sordyr,” he said with respect.
“Prince Sordyr? A bit formal aren’t we?” he grinned. Before Jand
