LoreMasterJamos

                                                                Gorhime It was gloomy the day in Loose-Grove as he left, not akin to his mood in the least. His walk was as quick as his mind as he contemplated the past evening’s events. The father of this one owned a farm out of the town, as did his father’s father, and his before then. He didn’t dwell on that now, he had a quest. The message bearer from the Council of Loch Râmon had sent a scroll to the local scribe, that this one would be given a name. A name! Given only to the pure of heart or the pure of blood! Not one is this one’s family had the honour since