Role

Chapter 2

Bad grapes. The memory of eating them was distant in Khar's mind, the
vague recollections of what it was like to be male hard to recall over
the years. Constant battling, physically with the enemies of the Empire
and mentally with the other Sects, had consumed almost all of her waking
hours. The burning desire to return to her natural state had slowly
been quenched by the passage of years, finally dulling to a minor
irritation at no longer being able to count past eleven without removing
her boots. The realization that many others would underestimate her,
considering females 'weaker' than males, was yet another reason to play
the hand fate had dealt her. Besides, she found those same bad grapes
to be quite energizing now! No, it wasn't the outer shell that
mattered, but the burning drive within that made Khar who she was, and
that would never change.