Role

Chapter 2

Rahfi emits a low growl as the human priest approaches, warning that he does
not want to be disturbed. He lays a furtive claw on one of the strange
figurines set about the altar. Sniffing quizzically, his nostrils are filled
with the scent of incense and mildewed tent leathers. Such a strange people
to come where they are outsiders in hopes of swaying a few souls to their
cause. To what purpose though? Don't they already have the power they sought?
Strange indeed, but their teachings are only a passing curiosity of Rahfi's.
He sets himself back to his training.

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There is little use for morals when locked in the heat of battle. Rahfi is no
cold blooded murderer, but he has never seen much use in the self-sacrificing
ways of the righteous. His neutrality is born of apathy as opposed to lofty
ideals of balance. Yes, best to keep one's conscience from the light of day
when the next job might lead to some nasty business or another. He has his
boundaries, but for the most part Rahfi will take any job that gives him a
chance to prove his skill.

The religious of Thera hold some intrigue for Rahfi. Their devotion to beings
well above their own power in exchange for power is perplexing. A warrior
should strive to unlock their own strength through practice and training.
One's faith should be in the self and one's weapons, not some being so
powerful that they likely take no note of the mortals below. Perhaps when his
body has weakened with age he can turn his mind to these questions with
greater intensity.