Role

Chapter 3

After months of escaping, using her wits and craftiness by setting
traps behind her to elude the all-seeing Iskarions, Skaya finally
reached her destination - Galadon. Her contact had told her that
Graimid Derkinan would be able to introduce her into a different
society. She hid herself in the shadows, within the slums of the
slums, the poorest, most dejected, legal outcasts of the city. Where
she once fed on wine and rothe steak, she barely ate grubs and
grimes. Her once noble features became disgusted and covered with
feces and the worst kind. She self-reflected on her failures, her
clan, but most notably, on the new pawns before her. These dejected
mendicants were easily swayed by her cunning and her words. Even
the smallest amount of hope that she offered them were gobbled
without mercy. Each soul was not only rife for the takin, but also
for the molding to be her new hobby. The complexities of the traps
were still ingrained within her mind, but the complexity of the
minds of those who became a beggar were a lot more fascinating for
even a slight nudge brought about a fire cracker and explosion of
pain, suffering, fear, loathing, hatred, and love.

Months turned into years and the fear that she had for her life
diminished as the Iskarions appeared to recover. She never knew
if they forgave her, but she had found a new hobby - not a family,
for she will always be an Iskarion, but a new complexity to focus
on. For as a member of the Iskarion, the mystics of the Underdark,
the complexities of the soul is always the tastiest treat.