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Time.
Time never waits.
On the Imperial Year 1180, me and my father, leading a band of mercenaries, were about to embark on another mission ...
just as we always do.
By circumstance, we met three nobles.
The three of them being attacked by bandits,
so we protected them by request.
We were about to leave as soon as we were finished.
But then,..
They wanted to invite us.
To take us to the prestigious Officer’s Academy, at the sacred Garreg Mach Monastery.
From there, our lives have been changed tremendously.
I became a professor,
Befriending people from all over Fodlan,
as well as learning about who I am.
...
But,
The one time I finally experienced peace ...
never lasted for long.
When the Empire declared war on the Church it had dragged all of Fodlan into war.
Wounds began to reopen.
...
The academy …
was just a distant memory.
The year is now 1185. We will soon began to invade enemy territory,
And I worry…
For my students,
For my friends,
For the people I believe in,
But my time living in this world has taught me one thing …
Is that time ...
Time never waits.