Role

Chapter 2

A driving ran falls left to right as a small man makes his way along the
streets of Balator. He seems to be favoring one side and upon closer look
you notice he is hunching to protect an envelope. With the downpour of rain
even the oil coating the outside of the envelope might not protect the
contents without care. He arrives at the front door of the orphanage and
pulls the doorbell cord. He also quickly raps hits knuckles against the
door. The renowned Jaragh, Knight of Thera, answers the door and is greeted
with the protected envelope. A smile creeps across his face as he notices
the scrawl upon the front, his son has written to him. He slips the man a
few silver and thanks him for the delivery, bidding him a good night. He
quickly closes the door and with a hop in his step makes his way to his
study.

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Dear Father,

I hope these dark times find you full of hope for the future. I know that
even though we are often out-numbered and opposed I find myself looking with
fondness towards what will be. I thank you so much for the letter that you
sent to me. You flatter me too much, father. I do what I can, another
soldier in the battle against the shadow. I appreciate your support and I
have enclosed a drawing for you. I hope you find it enjoyable.

*blink*
You notice Jaragh stop reading the letter and pull out a small chalk drawing.
The paper is crisp and new, though slightly rumpled as if carried on a
journey. The outer edges of the paper have been burned slightly to give it
an older look, slightly reduced by the new look of the parchment. It still
gives a nice affect though to the black and white chalk drawing on the
inside. A glimpse of the picture shows two felar standing next to one
another, with small smiles upon their faces. They look confident, especially
the one smaller one. A tear forms in Jaraghs eyes as he realizes that his
son has begun to break some of his social chains. The taller felar holds a
spear in his hands, but his clothing has been smeared with different hues to
blend better with the forests. The shorter felar holds a spear in his left
hand with the point in the ground. With a smile Jaragh puts the picture down
and continues to read the letter.
*blink*

As you can see father, this is a picture of me with a friend Ive made. His
name is Jarrna and he is training with the rangers to hunt the dark. He and
I did hunt down a group of three, but the dark mage was able to get away. We
did have to slay one of the others for protecting them, and continued to
chase them down. The dark mage, knowing his defeat was at hand, escaped
within an inch of his life and hid from us. Jarrna and I have traveled some
together, and Im glad to say the experience has been good. I think I may
try walking with some others, but Im not sure about a big group yet. I hope
you understand. Please tell Ms. Rebecca I miss her.

Love,
Mryzzle

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Jaragh quickly stands with the letter in hand and a big smile on his face.
He runs out of the study door yelling "Rebecca! Rebecca! A letter came!"