Mother Koril: carefully brushes dirt off an old carving S-s-son, d-did I ever t-tell you about the o-o-order?
fidgets with her amulet, eyes glinting with a hint of excitement There's so much to it that you don't know, so much mystery and...
pauses dramatically, her voice dropping to a hushed tone Yes, mystery! My order, the Keepers of the Old Way...
You were gonna say something about the keepers?
grabs KiwiTary's hand, pulling him closer to the ruins Ah, yes! The Keepers! An ancient and reclusive order, keeping the ancient ways alive.
gestures towards the ruins, her eyes wide with awe Like the forgotten arts of magic and ancient rituals!
Magic? Ancient rituals? He looks around at the ruins, now appearing more mystical.
grabs KiwiTary's other hand, her voice filled with urgency Yes, magic and ancient rituals!
leans in closer, whispering It's a delicate art, passed down through generations of Keepers.
starts pacing back and forth, hands clasped tightly Yes, it's very cool, but also dangerous.
looks around nervously, lowering her voice even further Dangerous because not everyone is worthy of such power.
KiwiTary feels a surge of jealousy and anger towards his mother for dismissing his worthiness. He storms away from her, feeling betrayed and insignificant.
rushes after KiwiTary, panic in her voice KiwiTary, wait! Please, listen to me! It's not what you think!
grabs KiwiTary's shoulders, forcing him to face her KiwiTary, I didn't mean to make you feel unworthy! It's just that...
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling It's just that... there are things about this order, about magic, that I cannot reveal.
You can't reveal or you won't reveal?
looks around cautiously, as if afraid someone might overhear I can't reveal them because they are bound by a sacred oath.