Role

Chapter 22

Later I spent time with Deithiivesra and Ild. It's a little odd but the both of
them are growing on me. After today I kinda wish I hadn't talked all that crap
in my letter to Rhauen about Ild being in the Kingpin spot. Something strange
happened, and I was kind of a callous turd about it at first. It was so weird,
for a while I honestly thought I was dreaming. Getting drunk and having a laugh
seemed the sanest option. Deithiivesra's flesh golem stopped obeying her orders
and started talking. Well, it was more like grunting, but after a while we
figured out it was trying to communicate. It seemed to like Ild, and they
figured out it wanted to go be with her. She just wanted to put it back to rest,
so we trekked to Avderlain's holy place and did just that. It's strange,
knowing a Battlerager who holds mercy in such high regard, and shows it to
others, even a mishmash of people cobbled together by necromancy. And it's
stranger still to know a necromancer who allows her cobbled together servant the
freedom to decide its own path in life. And then even stranger than that is the
notion that this could mean any unfortunate undead creature anywhere could have
a latent soul. So. I'm humbled today. A Battlerager and a necromancer are
both more merciful than I am. Just goes to show you can't assume anything about
anyone.