Syre stood on the wooden floor of his home, his father before him, the disdain on both of their faces was clearly evident.

"For the last time, the spirits have destined you for great things, Daiedallynn, and so, by orders from your mother and I, you will go after the damned princess, or face immortal judgement and suffering." Syre's father had great plans for his son, and would not let him off from this opportunity.

"Father, It has been 45 years since the incident you seem to call a sign from the gods, so can you stop with the whole destiny thing?" Syre wanted nothing to do with his fathers ideals. though, there was always a chance of persuasion.

"Alright, I guess you have forced this on me, but, if you do this, I will stop bothering you, you can use the sacred staff, and you can have these when you come back" After throwing the staff of Vynndrijl, Syre's father held up a pair of books. One was a spellbook, which tempted Syre enough, while the other book, which was wrapped in leather, and held shut with a magic lock, was a book that only the men of the family could enjoy. (It is exactly what you think)

"Fine, but I want to take the Yllryjinic arcanist's guide with me." Syre was a sucker for knowledge, and well, who could resist that second book?

"Alright then." Syre's father turned around, calling the rest of the family over. "It seems that Daiedallynn will be going to rescue the princess!" Syre's family cheered, as Syre took the spellbook (Yllryjinic arcanist's guide) and the staff to his small home, so he could get ready for the journey, and the meeting with the king.