Role

Chapter 6

Arathian grew over the last few years in his time as a Squire. Though not the
deadly hunter some of his brothers and sisters were, he did not shy from
battle and often left those bold enough to harm the light crawling back to the
shadows to emerge another day. His guild studies were near complete now, he
had not only mastered the metabolism, but he had begun to learn tricks to
alter himself to fold into the dimensional pockets in the planes. With only
two dimensions to study instead of three, Arathian found that often this would
simplify the world in front of him and help him to watch and observe the world
and its citizens, and make judgment calls few others could. A proverbial fly
on the wall, Arathian was learning about his enemies, why they do what they
do, gathering information on strengths, weaknesses, anything that could help
him be more successful in his own duties as a Squire. His heart was heavy over
the loss of the Captain and Marshall who he had grown so close to, but happy
that other strong brothers and sisters took up those mantles and continued to
carry the fight. As for Arathian himself, he is still haunted by the thought
of his parents not sitting in their final resting place from necromancy, and
remains firm on the vow he took to protect the world from the Grinning Skull
Clan. Arathian knew he had learned all he could without divine guidance and
faith to support him, he felt a stronger calling in his heart than he ever had
before. It was time to go to the jungle ruins and learn the ways of the
Jaguar, the great Spear Maidens own faithful followers.