Role

Chapter 2

The lung-tearing cough rippled through the cave. "I do not have much
time, my boy", whispered the svirfneblin shaman. "I do not wish you
to see me in this weakened state. You have been by my side for
fifteen years and you have served me well. You came to me at an age
where I thought you were too fargone from training, but you have
proven to be one of the most talented students."

A pink cloud of blood appeared as the svirfneblin shaman coughed
again. "The curse of the ancients within you has become your
blessing, my boy. Without igniting the fire within your veins, you
would not have been able to achieve the knowledge of healing that you
hold now. You have surpassed the ability of your master, my boy.
Begone! I wish to die alone. Do not forget, my boy, use the healing
fire within!" The svirfneblin shaman took his last breath.