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The deepest bowels of the night were still quiet in early May. No crickets sang under the starry, blue-black mantle yet. They would not awaken until later in the summer. A bullfrog, perhaps, might croak his serenade from a distant pond. But under the shaft of cool, pale moonlight that fell through the cottage window, everything was hushed.
Haleron's upbringing was one of comfort. He never wanted for much and was raised by his loving mother and father, in a town not too dis-similar to Bree.
His father was a well respected man around town, instilling in Haleron strong values and principles that he would carry with him all of his life; be brave, be loyal, help those in need and never accept anything less than true justice.
It is no surprise then that Haleron's life's work was to be that of a knight. He was born to this calling and his early years shaped him into someone fit to serve it.