Role

Chapter 4

Word of Lea's exploits began to spread, and eventually reached the the village
she used to call home. Peddlars and travelling craftsmen, there to trade their
wares for a few copper and a sack of vegetables, shared stories with the men
and women who raised her.

"Lea? You mean, Lea Sablewing? Hah, that's how we all used ter call 'er. Yeh,
always knew she weren't long fer this place. Damn, if ya could have seen her
fly, though. Even when she were just a little one, them big black wings is
somethin' ter see."

"I hear she gives prayer to the Lord of Strife, Jormyr. One of my clients in
Hamsah Mu'tazz saw her drain blood from the corpse of mage shifted into the
form of a giant ant. I always knew those BattleRagers were savages, but that
even took me aback."

"Now, yer just bite yer tongue. Them damn mages gon' get what they got comin'
some day, might as well be Sable dat give it ter 'em. Hah! Jormyr, eh? Playin'
wit fire, worshippin' that one. I bet yer Sable can handle it."