There is much to said concerning ones routine, often times I considered it a comfort. Quite the opposite can be said concerning those with no real sense of direction, limited serviceable skills and intelligence seems to bring about a sense of boredom at least that is how it often time appears. I will admit there are times I wonder what it would be like to be afforded the luxury of the wealthy, I am sure that after a couple of en'vars it would grow predictably dull. I think however if the opportunity presented itself I would like to travel.
The past couple of hands my routine has unfortunately not been my own. Altered with the arrival of the sealed parchment, composed by Mazim, the Port Kar Physician in charge of attending to my fathers steadily declining health. The relationship between myself and my father has never been what anyone would consider warm, circumstances preventing such during my upbringing, due primary to the fact that during that time in his life, he was gone for long stretches of time, seeking out work aboard shipping vessel, plying his Caste as a Fishmonger. The nurturing task appropriately left in the capable hands of my mother. I find no fault nor place any blame within his behavior, in fact I respect his work ethics, the dedication he showed towards his Caste, set the standards for which I run my own business. A couple of en'vars when his health prevented him from adequately performing his duties I took it upon myself to assume the responsibility of his expenses, a fact that continues to elude him, I do this simply because it the right thing to do. All monetary transactions are funneled thru the Physician in exchange he keep me informed concerning his health and has also made arrangement to have the woman, Bernice, occasionally look in after my father, cooking his meals and tending to his laundry. It is an arrangement that befits all involved.
The dictated scroll indicated what I have been anticipating, no longer could my father sees to care of Tynan, my youngest son, it was time for him to return home. I pondered and deliberated about making the trip to Port Kar myself in order to collect him, despite Mazim's offer to arrange transportation for him. I was appreciative and truth be told it would have proved to be a logical choice for many, yet I cannot in good consciences allow Tynan's safety to put in the hands of strangers. I have not endured what I have in order to have it lost at the hands of another. The requested meeting between his father, Taimh and myself had been long in coming. The meeting purposely conducted at my Inn, allowing me home field advantage, uncertain of what his overall mood would be when I spoke to him concerning the decisions I had made. I will admit however his behavior was charming and quickly extended his assistance in personally going to Port Kar in order to reclaim what he had previously abandoned. He went so far as to offer to offer me assistance in financial matters that had accumulated beneath the neglectful parenting skills of his first born son. I vividly remember how tight the polite smile across my lips, declining any assistance for I will not allow there to be any debt between myself and my former companion.
I have long since, anticipated and welcomed the next morsel of information, upon their return Taimh would assume full custody of Tynan in order to being his training as a Warrior as well as learning the roles of a true leader only to one day assumes the role as the Administrator of the Great City of Ar.
The dawning of a new era approaches, boys become men, groomed with the necessary tools to become great leaders.
The powerful rewards of my previous companionship slowly coming to fruition.
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