All sorts of people pass through the Prancing Pony.
Twas just blind luck that brought Damric Sarrell into the tavern at the same time as a young girl called Robynwen Alden.
Daughter of Damlan.
Damric was never father material, and neither, it seems, was Damlan, who had abandoned the girl at birth. Of course, it would be difficult to blame her father as he had only been sixteen years of age at her birth, Still a child himself. He was frightened, and left the child in good hands; those of her mother and grandparents.
Fifteen years later, Robynwen walked into the Pony, an orphan, approaching Damric and revealing she knew his name, Damlans name....And Lady Hughes name?
This last revelation produced a pang of anger in Damric. Why did Lady Hughes not tell him? But these thoughts were soon squashed by a rush of paternal feelings. He was responsible for this child now, and 'twas his job to ensure she remained comfortable for the rest of his days.
Something changed inside Damric in that moment; he was no longer cold, withdrawn. He was no longer strict, uncaring.
No.
Now he was different.
As he embraced Robynwen, he smiled properly for the first time in many, many years.
