Role

Chapter 2

Provost no more. The bull, having stepped aside from the most powerful
position in the Spire, reluctant to weaken the Spire through his inability to
fill it's large shoes, is almost at a loss. His vitality, weakened through years
of hard battle, is nearly spent, and still, there is no peace, not even so much of
the merest whisper of hope.

Saddened by this, and longing for the simple life before, when he grew into his
strength, and could protect his mother and their neighbours from raiders, A long life
spent in wasteful battles, sparring with the Outlanders over their war. Nothing could
be further from what Caroolth desired.

Tired, as well, and embittered from long years of hard service, an undercurrent of
anger seeps through Caroolth's veins, a shortened temper.

Caroolth spoke with a paladin on altruism, the concept that a person can help
another soul without any expectation of recompense, or anything positive.
Remembering this, Caroolth asked Gazmokia, a paladin who had recently slain
a Magistrate traveling with Caroolth, for aid to help a lost traveler.

The experience left Caroolth even more bitter, useless paladins, too much of a
coward to offer help. His opinion is even further lowered of paladins, now.
Not that it was very high to begin with, but that's just how it goes when someone
speaks one thing, and does another.

So, what shall the bull do now?