Role

Chapter 7

Of course it would seem easy now to recline and muse over my
motivations as a young and somewhat foolish youth seeking You
out. Of course, greed, fear of weakness, desire for power
wreaked through ruthless application of my uncanny ability to
recruit and retain knowledge were all factors. But there was
something else now, something equally less quantifiable. Were
I not the old cynic I am today, I would say it was almost a
calling to an Order which in those days I would have professed
to despise. Only now am I allowed the luxury of such rumination,
for surely I have earned my respite? In any case, there was
undeniably a driving force alien to my conscious being that
even now I have not fully unraveled. Suffice to say, with my
parents' blood on my hands, I was more than willing to blend
in to the multitudes of Galadon. I was no longer a child, but
as an adolescent I was quickly able to deduce that the flow
of Power had many faces...glinting cold, cold steel, red blood, and
mashed wood-pulp and ink, and, curiously enough, much less
understood forces of the Divine. To this day I cannot say
how I, little more than a quick-witted street urchin, was able
to deduce that someone who was able to gain and wield information,
knowledge, skills, useful traits...could control or at minimum,
influence the thoughts and choices of any around him. Armed
with this uncanny realization, it was child's play to rise through
the lower ranks of the Galadonian priesthood. Seeking your
blessing when I gleaned all I could from their ranks was
the next logical step.