Role

Chapter 3

Nikravnek lived the high life, unconcerned with the business as long as it was
there and churning out the money he needed to have the wine, woman and
wonders that Thera had to offer. He appointed a Gilbert Trasck to deal with
all sides of the business and during that time, embarked on an affair with
Trascks beautiful wife and daughter. The months passed like days in his drink
and drug induced stupor with woman after woman's faces blurring into one.


It was on the eve of his nineteenth birthday that he was to be betrayed and
born to rags. Unbeknownst to Nikravnek, Trasck and his wife were unpicking
all the legal loopholes that left Nikravnek as head of the business. Nikravnek
had over the last few months, signed anything Trasck put before him and
trusted 'The old fool' completely. Trascks wife made sure Nikravnek's head
was always turned so that he would never notice what was going on.

He decided to throw a Grande party and invite all the nobles, merchants and
people of importance. He knew they would come, after all, he had more
money than them.

Sure enough, they all came and the music was expensive, the outfits even
more so. The food was exquisite, and everyone danced and Nikravnek loved
being in the centre of it all. So many women around him, all of which he
had had some sort of fling with, their husbands, all boring and stuffy, had no
idea as he mingled and chatted with them all. Then the music stopped and
and Trasck asked for the 'birthday boy' to come to the centre of the room.

Trying to look humble, something Nikravnek was never very good at, he made
his way to Trasck. As he approached him, Trasck struck him with a stinging
blow to the face that sent him reeling. He got back to his feet shakily and
screamed at Trasck 'You're Fired! You will pay dearly for this!' to which
Trasck smirked and replied 'Oh I don't think so young man, there is no one
to fire me, I own my own business now', he held up a parchment with the
deeds to his fathers trading company and Nikravnek felt another blow but this
one hurt much deeper.

Trasck started to laugh and motioned for two of his heavies, who grabbed
Nikravnek and began to drag him out of the room. Nikravnek screamed for aid
from any of his society friends but they all turned their back, spat on him or
sniffed disdainfully at him. The chant rose around the room 'Get the Rubbish
Out!, Get the Rubbish Out!'.

Nikravnek was flung from his own home into the muddy gutter where the
vagrants and beggars all stripped him of what little possessions he
still had. He was too stunned and numb to fight back and he did not see
Trascks carriage as it trundled past him, knocking him into a bramble patch
where he passed out, blood trickling from a hundred cuts as he slept.
Born now to rags, was Nikravnek.