Torbjörn was watching the sea from the cliffs. The waves crashed against the rocks below in an unending motion. When one wave disappeared another soon took its place, slowly eating away the rock and grinding it down to sand. "Isn't that how we all end," he said to himself. When his task on these rocks were done someone else would follow in his wake. With a bit of luck he'd help leave an impression for later generations. He might not have a wife, or cubs, but recently he'd helped teach young Freeborn about their laws and traditions. An apprentice couldn't replace a son or daughter, but he still felt a fatherly pride when they did well.
He would be proud when they were ready to join the family of Lawspeakers. That family was one he could be more proud of than his family by blood. Not that he was embarrassed by his parents. They both had iron in their blood. He shouldn't be embarrassed by his baby brother either. Being a bard was a honored tradition. He just wished that Bifrost would be... less stupid perhaps. There were rumors about his younger brother, and not all of them nice.
