Role

Chapter 2

A warm summer outside the Temple in Hamsah Mu'tazz, and
Toug Dargaron was walking with his son through the city, looking for
a suitable stew meat that he could use in their evening meal.
As the muezzin called the masses to the evening prayer, a soldier
stepped before the pair and leveled his halberd to Dargaron's face.

'You look like you brought my supper. That was very kind of you,' said
the guard. Scarcely half the height of Dargaron, he could pose no meaningful
threat to the sheer bulk of the giant, but three yards of tempered steel and
four men behind him created an entirely different scenario. 'Let me see what
you brought me.'

Toug Dargaron did not meet the guard's eyes, and without a word handed
over the large wicker basket carrying his purchases: peppers, tomatoes, a
half dozen yams, and most recently a rabbit with which he had planned to
make their stew. The guard looked it over, and with a snort dumped it
on the ground.

The two trudged home without a word, and the father made a supper
out of what he had recovered from the city street, but the meal went
uneaten.

Ajakirahuut was gone before dawn, and the two never saw each other again.