Role

Chapter 7

Aurew trudged through the foggy shallows as she left the crumbling cathedral.
Uncertainty filled her; this was now her home, or so the Doll had said. They
had talked for days about the value of things, people, places -- and whatever
else people apply importance to with subjectivity. They discussed her own
background and losses: her parents, her mercenary "friend" and of course
Audune.

Her unwillingness to put the lives of others in peril and thusly spending
most of her time in solitary fashion had been pointed out as a different
sacrifice. Sacrificing the warmth of a well-built fire out of concern the
house would set on fire.

Sacrifice. Something the cathedral's owner demanded. A concept Aurew wasn't
very comfortable with, unless it was of herself.

She had come away from the conversation with some clarity but was hesitant in
accepting those insights into her life. The tragedies, great and small, had
become the firestarter to whoever she was now. Time was here, now, and
gone again. But the lesson the Doll left her with was that Loss is a Teacher.
It imparts the spirit with new perspective and emotion, while leaving a tiny
hole. More pointedly, the Doll advised that given time, Aurew herself might
bestow this blessing to others, or to guide them to the origins of who they
are -- ultimately grounded in that something or someone that slipped away.

It was this idea that Aurew could help people and show people what the Doll
had shown her that prompted the first real thoughts of aligning herself with
a force in Thera. And it was with great trepidation that Aurew pledged to
the Fortress, to pursue the life of a scribe.