Yes, my child...
I am king..
The king of fools... That's what I am.
No no no
child you don't answer an answer with a question... that is rude.
It's my turn.
Are you married?
What a shame the man traveling with you isn't as lucky as I thought .
And to answer your question, I am a curious man.
It's my turn... Do you like this city of ours?
that is a shame.
So you are in a hurry.
To catch up to your own affairs.
That you are unwilling to hear some elderly advice.
What I mean is that the three of you.
Wander in this place unconcerned about the future.
When you don't even know its past.
The city is old child.
As many kings and queens came before.
But no one really remembers them anymore.
Which isn't surprising,
as all you have to know is a legend that happened less than a handful of years ago*
The legend of Atim the Slayer
More like 90 years ago but the closest numbering "a handful" is 125 years