Role

Chapter 2

Rastensol left. He had always contemplated heading out in the world but had never really laid plans for
it. The whole thing just happened sort of on impulse. But now that it had it was like a weight had lifted
from his shoulders. As much as it pained him to hurt his father, he felt relieved that he told the truth.
The honesty had been liberating. Had he not done it he might have wasted his life away a miserable
wreck.

He first went to Galadon and found he did not care all that much for the big city. It was too smelly and
crowded and he quickly decided to head north and visit the great elven cities. First he would see
Darsylon and then travel to Evermoon hollow, the city of his kind.

On his travel north to Galadon, Rastensol stopped for the night at the Inn of the Eternal Star. While
sitting in the common room he started up a conversation with a man and ended up confiding in him his
background.

'You mean youve never even used magic before?' the man asked incredulously.

'Never', Rastensol said as he shook his head and shrugged.

'Well then you have to try it, my man! Here drink this. Its a simple potion that will make you float. Its
great!' the man said as he produced a small vial and slid it across the table.

Rastensol grabbed the vial and uncorked it and just as he was about to drink it, hesitated. Something
just didnt feel right and he immediately felt an irrational fear of the potion. What the heck was wrong
with him? It was just a simple potion. Why couldnt he bring himself to drink it?

No matter how hard he tried, Rastensol just couldnt bring himself to do it. He had been raised amongst
the Battleragers and all the tales of the pitfalls of magic came flooding back to him at that moment.
Magic was a power not for mortals. Magic was never as it seemed. Magic could be used to do terrible
things. Magic always came with a price. How did he even know this man was telling the truth? For all he
knew this wasnt a flight potion but some nasty poison or concoction to change him into a woman! All
these thoughts built into a panic and Rastensol had no choice but to toss the potion back to the man and
flee the room.

Completely unnerved by the irrational bias Rastensol felt when presented with the potion, he decided to
continue his journey to Darsylon. The high elves were a truly magical people and maybe they could
alleviate him of his doubts. When he arrived he found it a wondrously beautiful city, however, he the
high elves themselves were haughty at best. Whenever he tried to speak to an elven wizard he was
either ignored or written off as being part of the one elven race of fools that turned their back on magic
in favor of nature. Rastensol begrudgingly decided to move on to Evermoon and hoped to find
something better there.