Role

Chapter 9

High amidst the gleaming spire tower, the light bathes the room in it's
light as it pours down from the huge stained glass window at the top. So
high above Galadon, the light reflects brilliantly off the northern altar and
continues to splash across walls lined with silver and gold. It seems so
very fitting for an organization built through revelation, bringing to light
the deeds of criminals and leaving them exposed from hiding to face justice.

Yet one window, somehow, perhaps by a trick of angles or the way the sun
rises, seems unable to be reached by light in the shaded dark alcove on the
southeast corner.

It is to this window I find myself consistently drawn...

How fitting as well to peer thru the window is to gaze upon the docks and
the shadier areas of Galadon. These are the places where unlawful activity
is not so easily revealed by light alone. No, to truly understand the
workings and illicit activity, one must step in among it, breath it, live it.
Reside in the shadow and the dark characters will show themselves.

I know this window will be a place I return to again and again. I must.
For the paladins, for those like my dearest friend and now deceased Einrai.
They could not dwell in such places, they dare not dwell in such places.
It is for them I must do this, so that they can keep their hands clean and
free from the deeds that would break their codes and very souls.

We need our paladins. Yet with the spire outnumbered three to one, we
must make sacrifices. I will bear this burden, this I tell myself.

What scares me the most...is the satisfaction I feel in accepting it.