The Loss of a Dream [PK]

[SmokingGear 46]

Baldovino sat in a rocking chair on the rooftop of an inn he had come to call his home. As he stared out at the sunset falling below the horizon, he thought back to where his life had taken him. The last of his family and the only remnant of the once respectable Navarro Trading Company. A life that should have been filled with the prosperousness of his family business, reduced to a frail old man, enjoying the sunset one last time. He had certainly tried to rebuild the Navarro name. Once not only the founder of a new Newspaper, but the Lord Castellan of the once mighty Castle Puremont, home of the Keen family. Through tragedy, rebellion, and rebuilding did he try. It would seem however, that those above would never allow Baldovino to fulfill his dream of restoring his family name. Even his journeys across the sea proved fruitless, leaving him in this small forgotten port, his stories ready to be lost to the passing of time.

 

He finished one last letter, and had an attendant at the inn send them for him. He would never know if his letters would get to the people that had impacted his life so greatly, if they even still lived, but he was content in the fact that as his last breath approached, the faces and names of those he cared for filled his mind. There were many a things that he would have done differently could he rewind the clock. But alas, the sands of time flow unending, and no mere frail old man would change that. And so, with his final sigh, Baldovino watched the last light of day disappear over the waves, never to see them rise again.

 

Spoiler

I didn't send any letters in game, so if you're curious if you got one, feel free do message me and I can confirm.