Role

Chapter 12

Kyaltaru failed to notice the small gathering of dwarves silently forming
behind him as he sang, nor had Kyaltaru ever even experienced this grandeur
expression of psalms before. His eyes closed as he seemed to become one with
his song, channeling his energy through it.

"Yeh ain't nah dwarven warrior, that's fer sure!" bellowed Gulden from
behind. "But yeh sure as 'ell found yer strength, and yer onna us now, so weh
need ter beh accepting yeh in this!"

Slightly embarassed, Kyaltaru stood up and smoothed the wrinkles from his
clothing as he attempted to look more presentable in an anxious fashion. He
had heard of minstrel's before, but it never hit him that it may be his
calling. As soon as he opened his mouth to answer Guldan, an explosion from
behind rolled him forward and he lost consciousness for a mere second.

"To arms, men! To ARMS!" shouted Gulden as Kyaltaru stood up and regained
himself. Looking toward the end of the cave, fifteen duergar had poured out
of a small hole looking to have manifested from some kind of explosive. The
dwarves dug their feet in the ground fearless and ready to fight, and the
duergar's obvious leader emerged from the settling dust. A feared dark
knight, screams echoing from his axe nestled into his clinched fist, took
another step forward with a menacing smirk smeared across his face.

"Still want ter worship the light?" cackled the evil being. "Yeh should have
came with our ancestors long ago, alla yeh are deceived, and alla yeh deserve
teh die" he whispered under his breath in disdain.

Kyaltaru, already feeling no purpose to live, stepped forward in pure
bravery. Walking right before the dark knights face, he stood there.
Completely bewildered and confused at this, the dark knight took a step back
in contemplation. Kyaltaru explained the dwarves situation, and Gulden made a
treaty with the duergar, and told them where the ones they truly sought were.