Thread:Dragonbiscuit/@comment-26767096-20170601020503/@comment-26767096-20170603034929

Gaemon walks up to you. In the last eighteen years, he's grown a silver beard, but he is wearing the same cloak he wore during the war.

"So," He says, his face blank, "You wish to marry my daughter." He looks over to Lyria, who promptly looks down at the ground.