Role

Chapter 7

Much has happened in Deaer's life. She found a man that she loves, a squire
named Dwybaen. She spends many waking hours with him, yet she spends many
other others with the rest of her friends within the fortress. But, he is
different to her. His taste, more specifically. She loves the smell of his
blood and since the moment she tasted it after wrapping one of his bandages,
she just wants more. Her desire grows stronger, but she would rather die than
harm Dwybaen. The hunger within her slowly builds. Yet she knows she is
strong enough to resist it. While it brings her great pleasure to taste
blood, she only wants his. A desire as deep as her love for him...

Mean while, Deaer has noticed that many Acolytes of the fortress do not seem
to care about the wicked. They are far from benevolent. Acts of anger,
chasing down the wicked like dogs. The misguided steps of those who fail to
understand the big picture. Those who should forgive instead hunt and inspire
hate. With such, she scrawls a missive her Lord, to seek understanding and
learn what what word must be brought to the fortress.