Role

Chapter 4

I have yet to meet one that I like. I have been what the Earth asks of me.
Judge those based upon their actions. I find them distasteful at every
turn. This distaste goes beyond the ancients hatred for the actions of
their ancestors. I do believe that the actions of their ancestors have
caused them to be the way they are. I try hard not to group them all in
a single thought. But, they do make it hard not to. Whether it be
one of the maran, nexus, rager or loner, I have found them to be little
more than a blight on the ass of life.

I can explain all of my feelings of hatred towards them, but not all the
reasons. Is it instinct? No. That is what the ancients would wish to
believe. Instincts come from responding to certain actions. They do not
require thought. Having time to think about a reason why I feel this
way towards the dwarves is that everyone I have met...maran, rager,
nexus, loner...they all have just rubbed me the wrong way with their speech,
manners, warped sense of duties and their odor. I have had no regrets
killing them. But, I would just as soon ignore them than anything else.
They aren't worth my time.