Role

Chapter 2

Studying at the feet of the warrior guildmaster of Blackclaw, Hoisshyr
bought lessons with the trappings he stumbled upon from battlefields
full of dead soldiers. "You learn the lessons of our guild well, but
why do you wish this life?" asked the guildmaster. "I have lost my silver
and my coppers to the duergars in the trees around the great Eastern
road. Ill buy a dwelling in the city when I have enough," was his reply.
"The merchants of the world hunger for gold and will always be
hungry however much a pile they gather. That is not our way. Dwellings,
metal clothes, too much food..these things are not what we want or need.
We are enough as we are. Do not forget it," said the guildmaster with
certain finality.
All Hoishyrr could see was the unkempt guildroom in the fort, the old
and rusty weapons the felar could not craft, and the dependence on
the merchants that the bankers brought in to visit who charged too much
for too little given in trade. Hoisshyr could read the contempt in the
traders when he sold his wares. One thing resonated in his soul. "I will not
die here, coinless, and broken." He got up to see the world, and to see
how he could join those who hoarded such wealth as the world could
only dream of.