I write today to express my deepest regrets. Father nearly disowned me when I abandoned trap making for the docks.
“You’ll get eaten alive Hans. We’ve always made traps, we are the best in the land. If you don’t do it, the whole Klein family since the first era will roll over in their graves. Please son, reconsider.”
He was too old to have children again and he was right. I was it. But I hated making the damned things and I hated their purpose and I never looked back. Until today. I wish I could have apologized or come to an agreement with him but now closure will never come. His last will was to place his ashes in the family tomb but I never bothered to learn the floor plans and I wouldn’t step a foot in that place. Father always protected me from the rest of the family because he said that a lot of the Kleins were “sick”.
I heard a knock on the door today and it was some pilgrims looking for amulets of breathing. I knew we had a few left over from the water traps father used to make but I wasn’t going to part ways with it so easily. I told them to send the ashes over to the tomb and I’d give them the whole lot. They actually did it too. Gave them all the amulets of breathing plus this one that kinda looks like one but is kinda chipped.
Maybe this is my closure.