Siverfale
Auto-translated
| In a fantasy world, you would be born as the son of a miller. |
 In a fantasy world, you would be born as the son of a miller. From childhood, you were apprenticed to a blacksmith and grew attached to him like a father. You weren't particularly talented, but you worked diligently. Towards the end of your life, you forged a sword for the Duke himself! You lived a simple life. You passed on your blacksmithing skills to your apprentice. In old age, you started drinking heavily and eventually died in your sleep. |
| Take the test |
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?