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I'm reading the name of the wind for the first time ever and lord have mercy why does kote/kvothe's backstory needs to be so fucking sad
I'm in that part where Trapis tells him and the other kids a story about Tehlu and Encanis, the iron wheel and all that
Favorite KKC Character Round 2: Poll 7
Denna
Trapis
Denna: “Did you ever hear the story about the boy with the golden arrows? That always bothered me when I was young. You must want to kill someone really badly to shoot a gold arrow at him. Why not just keep the gold and go home?”
Trapis: "Sometimes it seemed that Trapis alone was trying to care for all the hopeless creatures in our corner of Tarbean. In return we loved him with a silent ferocity that only animals can match."
Today, Trapis! Hope you like my version of him! I love this man so much T^T Patrick Rothfuss © Kingkiller chronicle
Trapis
Sometimes it seemed that Trapis alone was trying to care for all the hopeless creatures in our corner of Tarbean. In return we loved him with a silent ferocity that only animals can match. If anyone had ever raised a hand to Trapis, a hundred howling children would have torn them to bloody scraps in the middle of the street. - The Name of the Wind, Chapter 21: Basement, Bread, and Bucket, pgs 157-158
I felt a sudden lump form in my throat. He knew me. I can’t hope to explain to you how much of a relief it was. Trapis was the closest thing I had to a family. The thought of him not knowing me had been horrifying.
“I don’t have time to run an errand, Trapis,” I said hesitantly. “I’m leaving. I’m heading inland, to Imre.”
“Are you then?” he asked, then paused and gave me a second, closer look. “Well then, I guess you are.”
Of course. Trapis never saw the clothes, only the child inside them. .... He came forward and gathered me into a clumsy hug, his beard tickling the side of my face. “I’m always glad to see one of you get away,” he said softly to me. “I know you’ll do just fine for yourself, but you can always come back if you need to.” - The Name of the Wind, Chapter 32: Coppers, Cobblers and Crowds, pg 233
After half an hour of searching, I finally found the burned-out building with a basement underneath. I made my way down the stairs and through the long hallway to a damp room. Trapis was still there, barefoot and wearing the same tattered robe, tending to his hopeless children in the cool dark below the city streets.
He recognized me. Not as other people would, not as a budding hero out of stories. Trapis had no time for such things. He remembered me as the smudgy, starveling boy who fell down his stairs fever-sick and crying one winter night. You could say I loved him even more for that. - The Wise Man’s Fear: Chapter 147: Debts, pg 1066
His voice was old and tired around the edges, but at its center it was patient. Patient as a heavy stone or a mother cat with kittens. —NOTW pg 148
Trapis is Tehlu in disguise.
Trapis is too pure for this world
I’ve been tearing through the name of the wind because it’s so good and I just want to say
Kvothe’s parents
Ben
Trapis
This book makes me emotional without feeling like it’s forcing me.
Or as Kvothe himself might put it, without feeling like it stoops to using low drama
(Also I like myths so the stories about tehlu are so fun)
Sometimes the best way to solve your own problems, is to help someone else
Trapis
