Role

Chapter 5

As I explore the world, and learn what the guild has to teach, places I
should never have been seem strangely familiar. I also find that at times my
bones grate against each other, as if they did not fit perfectly together. It
is as if the bones which formed me are not from one body, but many. I can
see that I appear to be elven, but it is as if I have part of many elven
races in me, if thoughts and memories are to judge. Thank the gods that my
will is strong enough to overcome the corruption of the surfacers. I wonder though,
am I this way for a reason? Is this why I live, and am not dead? Or is this
simply part of the experiment that was all I was thought to be?