The Spirit Sage!

Alarik held himself still as Mystro moved closer, placing a soft lick on his ear. It was oddly comforting, and he gave the man a gentle smile in return. His fears were understandable. When you had anything you believed was worth passing on, be it a name or a legacy or a system of beliefs, it was easy to fear oblivion. The chance that you might be forgotten entirely, blown away like vapor in the wind as soon as it was your time to leave this life.

Wow. Tonight had been quite introspective for Alarik. It had given him a lot to think about. He wanted to thank Mystro, to let him know that he appreciated his presence and his honesty in sharing what he believed. He couldn't deny there was something special about this man. "I'd like to make you a promise, my friend," Alarik said, his baritone voice hushed and earnest. "Even if you never have children of your own to share your beliefs with, I'll do what I can to make sure the Great Sky Spirits aren't forgotten. I may not be a Spirit Sage, myself, but I can promise you I won't forget what you told me."

His words were firm, and sincere. He hoped Mystro knew that what he said was true. He would remember the Great Sky Spirits, whenever he saw the stars twinkling at night. He would carry this night with him for years to come.