Role

Chapter 2

My days within the halls of healing will always be fond memories for me, I
loved learning the basic tenants of healing others. First one must recognize
the insult to the subject, a broken bone, torn flesh, an infectious disease
or still even less tangible threats, some suffer from sickness that feeds on
ones soul. Once the problem is identified the wound must be cleansed of all
matter that would fester and hinder the process of healing, if the proper
environment is not constructed and observed then at best one can slow the
march of illness or injury, rather than defeat it. Finally time must pass,
and if care has been taken, if love has guided the hand of the healer, then
the healed may recover stronger than before their sickness or injury.

I was well on my way to being accepted into the guild of Healing priests
within the city of Galadon when I began to notice something beyond the
illnesses and injuries that were becoming commonplace for myself and other
young students. It was not something tangible, merely something I could
sense. I began to notice I had an instinctual aversion to those that had
magic coursing through their veins and dancing across their possessions. I
began to voice these observations with other students and teachers, almost
immediately I was removed from my studies and looked on with apprehension and
distrust.