Please present your son to the assembly."
Your parents carefully give you to Frode. He has a kind smile that quickly faded when he held you.
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Never before has such a boy been born here. We are either blessed or cursed."
Hertha peered over Frode's shoulder to look at you.
"You're right. You can tell he has potential," she added.
Fiske stared at you for a few minutes and contributed a slow nod.
Frode keeps looking at you while he addresses everyone else. "This child will be a great figure, one day. Capable of either great good or great evil. This child is this place's saviour or its executioner. Because destiny for this child is so varied and grand, the name for this infant must be..."