Edgar was always a curious child, raised most of his life in Sandpoint, where his parents had moved once he was old enough to walk. He relished time on the beach, building sandcastles only to stomp them down. When asked why, he would answer that he was a rampaging dragon, laying siege to castles to rescue princesses. His parents would chide him that dragons kept princesses, and did not rescue them, but Edgar would have none of it. He was a valiant dragon.
Time passed, childish ways were forgotten. Valiant ways were not, and Edgar sought to join the military. He had grown up playing with swords, more especially when there was some perceived wrong to be righted, but now he was in earnest joining the military. Back on a furlough to see the dedication of the cathedral, who knows what will follow?