“You are a disappointment my son”
sound of the pulse rises, the bloody leather glove prepares to strike the face again
“a disgrace to the name of the Thul”
his hand comes down on Dunar’s face, splatters of blood leave his lips as he is punished by his father.
“You were born among the nobles, I raised you like your brothers, you could have had greatness, but instead…?”
sound of footsteps, heavy boots circling the prey.
“instead you chose to live in laziness and lust like a degenerate, surrounded by dancers and criminals! squandering the credits our ancestors fought for!”
a moment of silence followed by the sound of blood spitting
“you punch like an old man”
a growl of frustration
“is that all you gotta say? ungrateful little worm!”
He prepares to strike him again, his fist raised on the kneeling young man for another lesson in discipline, but this time it’s different, this time his fist is blocked by the worm’s hand tightening its grip around his father’s fingers.
“I’m not a shame”
he says standing up
“I’m not a disappointment”
a groan of pain from the older man
"I chose my path and made a destiny of my own, I found friends, I found happiness… and you took it away from me…
I am Dunar Thul of House Thul and you… you will know my name, father"
the recording ends with more footsteps, people leaving the room followed by the crying of a grown man …