Role

Chapter 11

Sekope takes place on the ground within confines of the village, his
weapons rest by his side as he slowly turns a large hunk of venison on
a long pole above a fire pit. Ever so slightly the motion slowly fades
until eventually it comes to rest, as Sekopes eyes glaze over.

...

A heavily built man sits behind a large table, his youthful face yet to be
touched by the betrayal of wrinkles and age, scattered before him are
all manner of sheets of paperwork. On the opposite side of him sit five
other figures heads huddled close as they whisper and point at various
pages of a large book before them. Eventually they all move back into a
seated position until the central figure speaks.

"Mr Folau this is your 7th time here now, and well it seems like this time
as you eloquently put it ... You have your shit together."

"In light of this and your overwhelming stubbornness to not take no for an
answer we can't help but feel that the only suitable thing for us to do
is to once and for all put this to an end." A worried look quickly crosses
the heavily built mans face followed by his shoulders slumping. "By saying
yes Mr Folau, you finally have approval for your gym."

...

Sekope shakes his head slighty, the cold of the night has long held the
warmth of the day captive. The fire before him nothing but ash, above it a
large hunk of charcoal speared by an equally burnt pole. Looking down he
finds his hands shaking. clenched holding onto a piece of parchment. Across
it are written the words:

"Provide an alternative, build it and they will come."