All things considered, Sequoia and Amras had taken the news of Echo's adventure quite well. They were upset, clearly, but not angry with her. After about forty hugs, Amras escorted her home. He kept looking over his shoulder at his baby girl, sighing sadly. Twenty-one years old and fighting off drow! He watched her out of the corner of his eye, striding along confidently with the antique sword hanging from her belt. He had wanted her to live the same carefree life as he had. Amras had always been secretly grateful for the attention the boys in the village paid her, hoping that she would settle down in the village and have children rather than go off adventuring.