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Chapter 2

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Added Sat May 30 08:35:30 2009 at level 11:

Sitting alone on the cold floor of a dark room in a Galadonian Inn, a young
Svirfneblin man runs a short, calloused finger over the blade of a sharp
wood-splitting axe, to comfort him as he relives his past inside his mind.

"Dotran, did you hear me? It's your turn now." said Krentak, an instructor of
aspiring Svirfneblin magelings. "Er. Yes." he mumbled, almost inaudibly, it was
little more than a cracked whisper. "Well, come on then." Krentak motioned for
him to step behind the white line chalked onto the stone floor. Dotran, a shy
looking Svirfneblin child dressed in ill-fitting old clothes, inched his way
toward the chalk line, sweat trickling down his small, gray forehead. The
other students could be heard snickering quietly.

"Now, move the rock in front of you." Krentak said. Dotran stared down the
this simple exercise, all of Krentak's students have sucessfully completed
this exercise, with the except of young Dotran, who lacked the skill
necessary to create enough force to magically roll the rocks across the ground.
And they were only forced to continue repeating it because of him falling
behind.

Small rocks, big rocks, medium sized rocks. Rocks, rocks, rocks.
"Uhm..." Dotran muttered. "What is it, Dotran?" asked Krentak, a hint of
impatience in his commanding voice. "Uh, which rock exactly?" he whispered.
"I can't hear you Dotran, you need to speak up." "Which rock?" he spoke louder
this time, but no less nervously. Krentak let out a sigh, "Blood upon stones
Dotran! The ONLY one in front of you!" The snickering grew louder and
more frequent.

He quickly darted his head back in the direction of the tunnel, looking for the
stone Krentak spoke of. But he just didn't see it, there were so many, which one
was it? What does he want? The harder he tried to figure it out the more
confused he became. "Which one is that?!" he shouted, almost crying from the
embarrassment.

Roaring laughter.

Krentak walked over to him and snatched him by the wrist, and drug him away
from the training halls. "Go home Dotran. And I don't want to see you again
until you're ready to quit clowning around and take this seriously."
"But I-" Krentak cut him off, "You're a disgrace to your entire family, do you
know that? You're nothing like your parents, and you never will be. Now leave.
I said go!" Krentak hissed.

The young Svirfneblin ran home crying.