Role

Chapter 1

'So thas why I be here drinkin' again' Bartis said after explaining about the troubles with
his brother to the ancient Svirfnebli who set him on the path to the Village of the
Battleragers so many years before. 'I be jest a workin' man. Thas what I were before I
became a Villager an a workin' man be what I am fer tha Village,' Bartis took a long sip
of his drink and then continued in a proud tone accompanied by a stern nod, 'But, I done
worked tha load o three men fer tha Village! An I be proud o it!'

'So yers in here drinkin' again cuz yer ain' knowin' what ter do about yer bro, eh?' The
old svirf observed.

'Aye, I done talked ter mortals an gods alike about how ter save me bro! Lots o em gots
opinions o em own. Some be thinkin' I gotter lure tha demon up here an still others think
I gotter be usin' me kin Villagers as bait! I dunno if I kin do that! It be me bro an me
responsibility ter save em! I ain' no almighty who kin order 'bout em villagers, I be jest a
grunt.' Bartis frowned into his mug of ale. 'I tell yers though, I will save em! I will! An'
I'll pledge meself to whatever power in tha sky who kin show me tha way!'

'Well, I be thinkin' yer better stop sulkin' an start usin' that head o yers ter figure a way
out. I ain' thinkin' yer kin afford ter wait fer anyone ter show yer tha way. Yers jest
gotter go out an git' r' done!' The old svirf waggled his finger at Bartis while throwing
some coin on the bar. 'I gots this one, now git goin' an' save that bro o' yers!'