Role

Chapter 9

The provost passed away... The news sunk into Arrna as she didnt move for a
while... Sadness, the first feeling running through her mind, the loss of a
brother in faith, though in beliefs. Anger, the second feeling that entered
her, anger in knowing that the mummy would take over the post as a provost
and knowing that her plains would fail.

The anger faded quickly as new plans began to take form in Arrnas mind,
though the sadness was there to stay.

The mummy must die, thats for sure. Hopefully someone of the light can move
up through the ranks and gain the favor of Lord Marcatis. But for now, we
must focus even harder. I must finally take the time and write this missive
to the fortress. I shame Im not that good with words, has taken quite some
time to come up with the ones necessary.

Arrna sat down and began writing the note that she had constructed in her
mind, finalizing the process by branding it with a Maran seal.

Perhaps not as invigorating as if a bard had written it, but it should be
sufficient. Arrna slowly nodded a few times with her gigantic head as she
handed the missive to a messenger.

Now what to do about this upcoming tournament? It is of great importance to
protect my lady from the dwarves insults. But I can set the priority higher,
the war must always come first... With her eyebrows wrinkled Arrna let out a
deep sigh and tapped her chin.

The dwarf shouldnt be a problem with all the enhancements that I can gather,
and Zalenne can take care of her self well enough. But if Haidoril is chosen...
I have no idea how that one fights, I must track him down and engage him. We
will win this though, it is just a matter of how much that well win it. We
must show those smiths who carries the real fire.

Once again Arrna nodded slowly to herself, putting away her pen and ink,
stretching her limbs as she stood up and adjusted her armors.

Back to the war then, the hunt that never ends, she said to herself and forth
out through the gates of the fortress...