Well, lemme tell ya ’bout this old knight called Bard Roehn. He’s no young buck, no siree. This fella’s seen more years than most of us, reckon he’s around 58 or so. In his younger days, he was a strong knight, fightin’ and protectin’ folks out on the far edge of the land, over in the east where it’s all rugged. But now, he’s got old bones, and that strength he used to boast about, well, it ain’t quite the same. So, he decided it’s high time to set off on his own, leaving behind all the fancy stuff—money, fame, honor, all them things he once held dear.
Now, Bard ain’t one for sittin’ ’round and waitin’ for the reaper. No, sir! He packs up and starts wanderin’, headin’ out into places he ain’t never been, lookin’ for a spot where he can feel at peace, maybe find a place to rest for good, if ya catch my drift. Along the way, he don’t want no riches or shiny medals. Naw, he’s after simpler things now—like tastin’ foods he ain’t ever tried before, admirin’ views that’d make a young ‘un gasp, and listenin’ to the wind in places he’s never even heard of.
This old knight, Bard, he was once proud, you know? He served the Tersia family for years and years. Ain’t many folks can say they stayed with one family that long. And out there, on the eastern frontier, it’s rougher than you can imagine. Winter comes early, and the mountains are hard as iron. Bard kept guard through it all, watchin’ over his people and fightin’ any trouble that came knockin’. But now, he’s tired. Ain’t much fight left in him.
So he says goodbye to Tersia’s lands, don’t look back much neither. He’s got himself a few simple things packed up, maybe some bread and cheese, and off he goes. Don’t need much when you’re old, just somethin’ to keep ya goin’. And that’s how he heads westward, wanderin’ like a leaf blown off a tree, lettin’ the wind decide where he goes next. He meets folks along the way, strangers who look at him and see just an old man with a sword. They don’t know the things he’s done, the battles he’s fought. But Bard, he don’t go around tellin’ tales.
- Every new place he finds, he stops, sits a spell, watches the sun go down, then moves on the next day.
- Each meal he eats now, he savors it like it’s his last. Reckon he didn’t have time to enjoy food when he was busy protectin’ folks.
- He listens to the birds singin’ and the rivers flowin’. Things he never had a moment to notice before.
It’s a slow life, but it’s a good life for an old knight who’s done with fightin’. He don’t feel sad about leavin’ all the honor and glory behind. Naw, he’s had his fill of all that. Just wants peace now. Some say he’s searchin’ for his final restin’ place, a spot where he can lay down his sword and be one with the earth. Can’t say where he’ll find it, or if he ever will. But that ain’t botherin’ him none. Each day’s enough for him now, just one more day to walk and breathe the fresh air.
Some folks ask him, “Old man, why you travelin’ like this, all alone?” Bard just shrugs, says he’s lookin’ for somethin’, though he don’t rightly know what it is. Maybe he’ll find it in a quiet valley, or at the top of some lonely hill. Or maybe he won’t ever find it at all. But he don’t mind none. Every step he takes, he’s lettin’ go of the world he used to know, and lettin’ in a new one he ain’t never seen before.
And who knows? Maybe one day, he’ll come upon a spot so peaceful, he’ll just sit down, take a deep breath, and stay a while. But until then, old Bard’s got places to see, people to meet, and a whole lotta earth left to walk. And every step he takes, well, it’s one more step toward peace. The kind he couldn’t find on no battlefield, that’s for sure.
So if ya see an old fella walkin’ down the road, sword by his side, don’t go botherin’ him none. Just tip your hat and let him be. That’s Bard Roehn, the old knight in the frontier, searchin’ for somethin’ only he can find. And who knows, maybe one day he’ll find it, and we’ll hear his story whispered by the wind.
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