Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

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“I was three months old when Scimitar found me and took me in as his own,” Kjalarr responded with Shrike’s question with a soft, fond smile tugging at his lips. “So for most of her life, and mine.” Allure had always been a sister to him, just as her brother’s had become his own. He’d never thought of Allure in any sort of romantic way and he wouldn’t. His gaze and attention slid back to Cypress when his younger brother spoke, asking his own question. “Jorunn was the name that my parents gave me at my birth but I felt that it no longer fit me. So I go by Kjalarr now.” He wasn’t sure why he felt that way. Perhaps rebellion against the family that (mostly) hated him, or because he truly didn’t feel like Jorunn anymore. For the sake of Cypress he didn’t say what he told most people: that Jorunn had drowned in the sea and the boy that had emerged was someone else entirely. He had too much of the Frostfur’s influence having basically been raised by them. He’d still been very impressionable when Scimitar and Bazi had adopted him into their brood. He did not bother to answer Cypress’ second question since he already had by answering Shrike’s question.

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