"Well, Shamgar, you may not have known your father, but I did." The Mountain Man said, recalling how they met, him and Shamgar's father. He recalled the day, as if it were the day before, and started his tale.
"When I met your father, he was your age, Shamgar. Young, energetic, and hotheaded. He was good fellow, honestly." He began, "I first met him while I was in town one day, selling my sculptures. He worked at a bookstore if I remember correctly, and was good at what he did. He came to my little side shop, looking for a gift for his girlfriend, your mother, and asked me how much the sculptures were. When I told him they were only 5 gold apiece, he was stunned. He might have been young, but he was a generous fellow, and offered much more. I declined, and asked him that if he had such a generous heart, why buy a gift at all?"
Shamgar listened intently, eager to hear what all was to be said about his father.
