Role

Chapter 10

Clutching tightly to the task bestowed upon me by Arinayar, I embarked on the
solemn mission to converse with squires and Maran. My path led me to
Iroenyphe, a newcomer to our hallowed ranks. Her spirit burned brightly, and
her words rang true:

"The pursuit of ravenous packs of shifters and conjurers, driving them from
sanctuaries of innocence, has brought me immense joy," she declared. "I lack
the sorrowful tales that burden some of our kin. Raised in humble beginnings,
my Da instilled in me the right way to tread this path. Stained, we all are,
in our own way. I always offer a fair warning to those who claim to uphold
'the balance,' urging them to retreat and cease troubling the downtrodden
before I intervene and expel them myself."

The unwavering commitment to shield the vulnerable stirred deep within
Iroenyphe's heart. She proclaimed:

"My Da always said, 'If a boot rests upon a poor soul's neck, you march right
over and deliver a swift kick where it hurts!' Am I weary? Not yet! It's been
a joyous ride, truly."

Born in the heart of Voralia, her childhood was prematurely extinguished when
her father fell prey to lawless outlaws. She spent her youth in the shadow of
homelessness, a nomad of hardship. Fondly, she reminisced about her father's
fireside tales, stories that kindled the warmth within her. She stood
steadfast against bullies and thieves, thus commencing her journey within her
guild.

In moments free from the clamor of war, Iroenyphe tirelessly honed her skills.
She once harbored a deep love for fishing, a pastime now eclipsed by the
demands of full-scale warfare. I sought to remind her not to forsake the
essence of who she was, for victory would restore her to her former self.

It was a captivating conversation. Her spirit burned with unwavering resolve,
and I believe she shall make a formidable Maran.