A flashback to my formative years.... When I, Moll-Nan, was young, my father, King Coor was my number one teacher in the art of broadsword training. I had a sword in my paws from the time I could walk.
He loved his kingdom and his people, and he would always pull small pranks on me in addition to training me, Barkbarians do have a soft side, you know.
He was my world, my strength from him flows through me as I seek to avenge his death. He would always tell me to remain at eye level with my opponent. I remember him fondly and miss him deeply. I always remember the number one thing he taught me. The true key to being a warrior is not through strength alone, but by my heart. As long as I have those two things, I will succeed in my quest.

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