Role

Chapter 4

After my departure from the land of the living, at the hands of that magic
using traveler, I began ascending. However it wasn't to last, I soon began
to regain consciousness from the groggy aftermath of death and the sight of
my servant, covered with disease. Maybe it was the refreshing effects
provided from the absence of my aged body but I felt great and my senses were
beginning to sharpen once more, but I didn't wish to leave leave him. We'd
been together for so long and the feelings of companionship were so strong,
that I was able to overcome the processes involved in death. I wanted
nothing more than to continue on, however I could, even without him
acknowledging my presence. So, I did.

Sometimes I'd trot by his side, as I used to do on many occasions, while
still living. Many days, I'd drift about, observing his actions and where
he'd go. I was proud to see him take up arms and set out to prove to the masses
that he wouldn't be pushed around. I paid close attention when he went
through the academy, when he chose the warriors guild, and cringed at the
beatings he took to learn those weapon forms. But so far, my proudest moment
was when I got to see him raise his head high, for a gnome it was, and enter
the village of the Battleragers. Such pride I felt, knowing he had achieved
so much, yet has a long path ahead, to go.

While lingering about the village for many months now, I've gotten to observe
numerous interactions and gaze over the assortment of texts, as I followed him
around. The most enlightening moment was when I caught a glimpse of him
attempting the motions of Gilut, the Drillmaster, when he passed along a
reforged flail. I don't know why but I think he has grown sort of attached
to that type of skill. I'd truly like to see if he has what it takes to
master such but he has yet to meet the lord of the forge, he's been seeking.
I suppose, only time will tell if he'll make the acquaintance of the Dwarven
Lord or not, and learn the technique of a smith.