When Rygear first talks, his voice cracks, sounding vague and distant, but as he continues his voice becomes clearer and sadder.
"Well, to start, I lived in my mother's elven court. My father, he loved my mother very much. But years and years past, and he withered away and died, right before my eyes, while my mother remained young in appearance and vitality. I was... thirty when he passed.
My mother's side hated me, for being only half of what they were. I garnered only my appearance and strength from my father, but the life and grace came from my mother's side. My mother always cared for me. One night..."
His voice cracked.
"One night, the drow attacked. They slaughtered everyone there, or so I thought. My mother tried to flee with me, but she was injured and couldn't stand. She told me to... to run...
I left her behind... I can... I can still hear her..."
He buries his face in his hands, trembling.