Memory of Home

Emric, curious to learn more about the Son's background, initiates a conversation about his family and home. However, the Son remains captivated by the toys in front of him, lost in his own thoughts. Emric's patience wears thin, and he resorts to giving the Son a light smack on the neck, hoping to snap him out of his reverie. Startled, the Son protests, demanding an explanation for the action. Emric chuckles and calmly urges him to wake up and share stories about his home.
Rubbing his neck, the Son blinks in surprise, trying to refocus his attention. He muses, as if grappling with distant memories, and finally begins to speak. "Something about my home then..." he starts, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "When you met us at the castle gate, you saw my entire home and family. We are simple travelers, without a fixed place to call home. Our carts hold all our belongings, and we carry them wherever we go. It's a modest life, but it brings us closer as a community. Though we are many separate families, at the end of the day, we are one big family. We share everything we have, and there is no distinction between rich and poor. We hold each other in equal regard. Young or old, everyone contributes to keep the village running and the carts moving. Our possessions are simple, made of wood and pottery. We aren't allowed to have any metal, and even our tools are crafted from wood. But Ben, our sorcerer, has enchanted them to be sturdy."
Emric nods, processing the information. "I see. But is there anything remarkable or special about your people? And what about you? Do you have a remarkable mother or father, someone who possesses magical abilities, perhaps?" he inquires. The Son bursts into sarcastic laughter. "No, not at all," he replies, shaking his head. "My mother passed away when I was young, and both of my parents were ordinary individuals. There is no mention of any sorcerers in our family lineage. In fact, my father despises magic in general. The only magical practitioner in our village is Ben, whom you met at the gates. He is the sole gifted person my father respects. You saved him from the guards."
Emric raises an eyebrow, skeptical of the Son's claim of being ordinary. The Son reaffirms his statement, assuring Emric of the truth. Emric, intrigued by this revelation, looks directly into the Son's eyes and presses further. "Tell me more about your ordinary father then. It seems we haven't had the chance to meet back there.