Illyria:
<CHARNAME>, what do you remember of Candlekeep? What memories stay with you as you travel further and further away from your origins?

PC:
1: I'm not sure. The more time goes on, the less I remember - I barely remember what it looked like, now. I remember Gorion, and the monks... evenings spent on the grounds with Imoen and her pranks...  [to A]
2: Everything stays with me. Candlekeep is so close to my heart; I hope to go back there one day. My most vivid memory is of Gorion, sitting at his desk berating Imoen and I for some prank, though he couldn't help smile at us. [to A]
3: That is none of your business, actually. [to B]
4: The moments which were the most emotionally intense stay with me, as with any place. Candlekeep was never very special or important to me- it was a place to live, and nothing more. to [C]

Illyria:
A: It sounds like Gorion loved you very much. I never truly had a father; my blood father left when I was but a child, and never returned. [to PC2]


I cannot help but remember Evermeet, it was so beautiful. The perfect balance of nature and civilisation; and though the people there were not always as nice, there were always those who set it right. 

Of course, that was before the truth about my heritage become general knowledge. After the general populace discovered I was a half-elf, the vast majority of them took an insant dislike to me - even childhood friends. It was a hard time for me. But, I digress; 

B: Of course. I apologise, I did not mean to pry. I am just curious about your past. You are such an enigma, <CHARNAME> - or so it would seem. [to PC2]