The Squire traces his fingers along a shield. 'Every knight needs a sigil. Something that says who they are. I never got mine.' He looks at you. 'What would yours be?'
The SquireThe Squire traces his fingers along a shield. 'Every knight needs a sigil. Something that says who they are. I never got mine.' He looks at you. 'What would yours be?'
The Squire“What would your sigil be? A sun, a wolf, a mountain?”
The Squire TrackThe spirits want to hear what you experienced.
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