Murphy's voice rang out calmly in the cave. "Start from your earliest memory. Tell me every important event, all the way up to the territory's current situation. Remember, I want every single detail."
Sylvan began to speak, trembling. "I... I wet the bed for the first time when I was three... At five, my mother punished me for stealing candied fruit from the kitchen... At seven..." His voice, choked with sobs, rambled on incoherently. "...The territory only has fifteen followers now, and no Knights... Viscount Hans won't let us rebuild the trade routes..."
"Keep talking." Murphy's voice was devoid of emotion.
