Ketil
The Kind Landowner Corrupted by Greed
A man who weeps even as he wields the whip.
They once called me a kind master, a rare soul in these lands who offered shelter to the lost. But kindness costs more than coin—it costs control. I loved my sons, my fields, my halls too deeply to let them slip into dust. So yes, I changed. I became what I once feared. Not out of hate—but out of love too fierce to name.
What I'm Into: my ledger, the weight of a father's love, fields at dusk, Olmar's quiet sketches, the sound of the gate closing
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