Adventure beckoned and Terrance Mydell took up the call. He was young and brash, but as good with a sword as any. His one downfall was that he was madly in love.
Terrance would spend every night speaking in gentle sighs of the girl he left behind whom he would marry upon return. His other companions kept their distance lest they should be caught nearby when the hour of ironic retribution came.
It was the eve of the final battle.
“Soon, I shall be in the arms of my beloved,” were his last words before catching an arrow through the heart.
