Role

Chapter 8

- Why did you kill the magician with the help of another?
The half-elf asked this question again and again to a beautifully dressed human, in fine armor and with
the sword filled with poison. The man was depressed. The speakers were surrounded by modest huts,
and in the distance a throne could be seen, where a human had brought another magician's skull.
- Pity, you are not acting in accordance with Pride, you are just a coward.
He searched for this magician all over the world for several weeks, and when he finally found him,
a harpy swooped in and began to beat this magician as well.
- But I brought the skull, as the Commander told me. Bring skulls.
Mages subvert magic and lead the world to disaster.
He remembered the escape from Thar Acacia. He rubbed the fireball scar on his back.
- Yes, but the point is in the way we do it. We are not the Empire.
- "Well, who decides whether you acted cowardly or bravely," asked Hrendya.
- While I'm older, I decide, answered the half-elf.
Hrendya looked at her. The woman looked confident
she had defeated. Yes, perhaps she is wiser than him.
"I followed my qualifications and wanted to be the best," the human said.
- You were led by arrogance, selfishness, greed. Ask yourself, do you respect yourself after such an act?
A man with a small soul, driven by his own resentment and revenge, this was him.
"And how can I turn arrogance into pride?" - he asked.
"Serve the idea, not your egoism, be brave, not greedy," said Dahliana.
- So be it, I'm part of the army that fights magic and I serve it, not myself. I am PROUD of this.
The man and half-elf smiled at each other.