Always at his side.
First as a servant, then as a friend.
You have never been brave or proud. You always wanted a simple life: a warm home, food in your belly, family, friends.
Yet, you followed him to a distant land. You learned to fight because you needed to protect him.
Your Master, your friend.
He brandished a scimitar, you wielded a shield.
Because you were his shield.
You kept the danger away from him, while he fought like the hero he was.
Always in his shadow, always at his side.
You shared everything with him: even the nightmares.