Do you find yourself at odds with the sense of obligation you feel toward your family or friends? Especially when you feel used/taken advantage of? Yes or no, I hope you'll enjoy this poem about Ruark's struggle with obligation.
Duty, honor, and respect demand
I honor your command.
Accept my destiny, find my queen,
Free the light god, disrupt Namurs dark scheme.
Find faith where none exists for a god
I've never seen. No light shines where I trod
In this dark and dying world.
Hope is a flag that yet remains unfurled.
This burden you insist I carry,
Upon my conscience weighs heavy.
I fear failure and disappointment
As I struggle to accept entrustment.
For you I'll fulfill this promise.
I won't dishonor your sacrifice.