Role

Chapter 9

Istdinen lifted the hem of his robe as he and his companions
made their way through the muck and fallen nettles. This was
not quite what he envisioned when he set out to learn more
of the less civilized lands of Thera. The woodsman was filthy,
but his axe had come in handy against the dark creatures that
inhabited the forest. It had not all been a waste. Istdinen
had discovered that almost all of these evil creatures held
an intelligence he had not expected from such unevolved minds.
The mage had been surprisingly silent for a Gnome. A blessing
as his ears could not have taken the chatter concerning nothing
of use that the dimunitive race was known for. Neither seemed
to hold any faith, but were more than willing to accept the
soothing aid of Yean through Istdinen's connection with her
divine gifts. Perhaps the show of his unyielding faith would
have impact on them. More than likely it would not as they were
concerned more with being known by title than mind. The problem
with heroes in most cases was their arms were stronger than their
minds. His thoughts drifted back to books.

Istdinen had been stuck on his experience at the Inn. A bard, one
tied to the great library, had given him permission to enter, but
had little else to do with aiding in collecting the information
he wished to study of the Theran gods, constellations and calenders.
Instead she was more wrapped up in giggling like a common barmaid.
Her customer one who surprisingly had dedicated his life to furthering
magic and knowledge. Protecting it. Sometimes there was no accounting
for taste and dignity. The great library needed more than one who
remained accountable for maintaining and adding to it's contents.
Istdinen had begun to believe that with his own faith, dedication
and search for knowledge that he could not only achieve what he
felt was neglect, but be an eye to the events of the world as they
unfolded.