by Berus on March 16th, 2011, 4:02 pm
Berus shrugged. “Of course we boys are pressured! My mother often tells me how I should settle down, part of the whole ‘secure life’ deal they want.” He smiled at her, “Well, I wish you much success in noble art, and I’m certain if you apply yourself you can become a great healer, then no one will pressure you away from that path! Who knows, perhaps your skill will lead you to great places?” Berus shrugged. “It’ll bring you farther than this silly lyre of mine, at least, maybe even to the south, away from Avanthal and all the pressures?”
^ thanks to Cheshire and Darren =D