Young and shy, Eldrin the Caretaker kept Sir Gallivar safe, no question why. Though he'd never fought a fight, he admired the hero’s fading might. When word came that his friend had died, by Maidens’ hands, his fate had lied. The old man swore, with blade in hand, to bring revenge across the land. “Quackingwaxx!” he cried, “I’ll strike them down!” And with that oath, he left the town. The Caretaker, heart filled with dread, followed close where courage led. In battle fierce, blades did clash, the Maidens’ might met the hero’s flash. But in the end, the old man fell, the Caretaker alone, a tale to tell. With trembling hands and rising sun, he fought with heart—now vengeance done. No longer shy, nor just a name, A simple soul had earned his fame.

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