Role

Chapter 1

Advisor for almost a century. And now they see fit
to tell me I have failed with one breath, and offer me
power with the next. They can do or do not as they please.
In this matter, as with the matter of Kardrath's shade,
I cannot bring myself to care. Now the gift of the Patron...
I wait for that with baited breath.

Truly I grow old. Pride has never been a factor in the
past. But now...I have served, loosened my muscle and
fractured my bones in this post. I have given in a way
that makes my skin crawl, and that a younger Restraal
would have sneered at. I suppose it cannot be helped now.
Too old, too old. But there is yet some life and fire
in these bones. And of course, the island awaits. If I
could just speak with the overseer of the Empress's lands...