Role

Chapter 3

Years have passed since I sat in silent meditation before my mentor,
protected from the blizzard by an oak thicket. Much has passed since that
time. My mentor, for I never knew his name, knowing my heart, pointed me
silently towards the Paladin's guild. He must have known there was much for
me to learn in their halls, as he had.

And learned I have. But I feel I have learned more from my time in the world,
putting my faith into practice, than before the tutelage of the Guildmasters.


From traversing the fields and farms, I have witnessed the gifts of life. I
have helped shepherd's birth the lambs on the coldest nights of spring. I
have spent hours watching the slow cracking of the robin's shell, the gift of
life to this world beginning. And to watch a serpent reemerge from his skin,
the husk of his old life left behind, only speaks to my beginnings through
and through. These are the times that I feel most in touch with what is truly
sacred. What it means to be of the Light.

It has been in these quiet hours that my thoughts often turned to the
whispers in the wilds of the Ancient Strienat. It has been said that he
patrons the sanctity of life in all its forms. Perhaps under his guidance, I
shall once again have a time of flourishing enlightenment.