Role

Chapter 2

For a long while, I justified my greed by claiming that I would only be worthy
if I had more than everyone else. I'm beginning to believe that I was wrong.
I am rich beyond my expectations, with more gold pouring in on a daily basis
and still, I am not happy.


I imagine that I bring most of my grief upon myself. I am so accustomed to
living for *me* this last century, that I have shut out most possible friendships
and denied myself the chance to expand my relationships. Xarian is still my only
lasting companion, and though he is human and sometimes utterly annoying, I find
myself enjoying his attention. Gods know I can't get an elf to take me seriously.
That's nothing new, though. I admit, my heart was broken when Iramath decided
that I wasn't good enough for him. It took me right back to my childhood.. I am
still reeling. I don't suppose I'll have it in me to ever find someone to share my
life with.