Role

Chapter 13

Jhelruk stands over a slim figure wear glasses amongst splinters
of shattered wood. A door which has been split in two by a solid
blow, half of which hangs at an angle still barely attached to
its hinges. His calm exterior has been replaced by a twisted face
his eyes on the verge of welling in tears.

"Where the hell is it? YOUR BOOK! Who the hell have you showed
this to?"

The slim figure lifts his arms to his face turning away expectant
of the blows to follow "Please dont hurt me!"

Jhelruk moves closer lifting his mace above his head, in one final
threat of attack the figure slumps somewhat and points towards a
cabinet on the Eastern wall. Lowering his guard the duergar quickly
moves to the cabinet hurling book upon book against the western wall
until a small grunt escapes his lips in acknowledgement of what he
was searching for.

"I wont be paying for this session, even tho likely it was the most
productive!"

...

Jhelruk crouches in a small cave infront of a small fire, the cave
entrance shrouded to prevent most of the light from escaping. A large
book is turned to the fire as he traces a finger along the words on
its pages. As he turns to the last page a small grunt escapes his lips
as he tosses the book to the fire. Reaching behind his breastplate he
retrieves a small envelop marked with the symbol of the Imperial War
Master holding it in both hands he slumps somewhat before it to holds
the same fate as the book.