When I looked upon my child I knew the Silver Flame could not tolerate his existence. He must have been less than four, I am sure of it. Yet before me was a boy of at least twelve, with whiskers beginning to show on his chin. I gathered the courage to burn him with the light of the Silver Flame, as I had done just before to his mother, but I could not.
Light, I gave life to the boy. I know he is merely a vile reminder of my past sins, and I hate his vileness. Yet... I have decided to hide him in Karrnath, chained underground with a dwarf named Tyr to guard him. He will be fed, but never allowed to escape and desecrate the world.
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