Qwynn had always dreamed of a life of adventure, form a very young age. A lot of this was due to the stories he would overhear from incoming traders and mercenaries that would arrive from far off, exotic places. But mostly, it was due to his uncle; Adrian Briarheart.
Adrian was an elderly retired paladin whose countless stories kept Qwynn and the rest of the young mouselings enthralled for hours on end. He would tell stories of wondrous places, dangerous creatures, daring escapades, wars, nobility. Qwynn hung on to every single word.
When he was about 5, Qwynn decided to confide a secret with Adrian. He wanted to be a paladin just like him. Instead of being proud as Qwynn had expected, Adrian was horrified. He didn't realise the young mouselings were picking up aspirations from him.
"Life of adventure? Pah! This land was made for the big folk. Find your mouse hole and stick to it. It's no life for a mouseling. You want proof?"
With that he lifted his cape and showed a huge