Chapter 468 Old Stories And Quiet Schemes

Oriana shifted slightly, settling in with clear interest.

Owen began at an easy pace. "When I was twelve, I had it in my head that I'd make a name for myself as a wandering swordsman. I picked a fight in Wolfriver, lost badly, and ended up bleeding out by the roadside. Your grandfather happened to pass through, took one look at me, and hauled me back with him. Nearly dying once tends to change a p