Role

Chapter 4

***the letter is at the side of the Northern Road, clearly discarded by whoever
was carrying it... it will soon be lost to the wind and rain forever***

Salutations, dad!

I've been meaning to write for ages now, but I've been so busy! You weren't
kidding when you said it's a whole wide world out there. So I'll try to catch
you up on what's been going on in my life since I left - just the highlights,
or else this would be way too long!

The biggest news is obviously that I took a job working for the Blood Tribunal.
I made my formal application after a few run-ins with violent criminals that
were pretty badly in need of some Ironjaw whupping. Hope you and mom approve! I
really like the lifestyle so far, and guess what? I already got my transfer
from Seantryn Modan (gross) to Hamsah Mu'tazz (excellent! colorful! exciting!)
approved. I think the new Provost (he got promoted right before I signed up) is
pretty happy with me so far, which is nice. He seems like a solid sort of
fellow, which I guess you have to be if you spend that much time as a hyena!

I earned a high enough rank in the warrior's guild to pick my first weapon
specialization: swords! I thought you'd approve, what with them being your go
to choice and all. I thought it'd be nice to be able to defend myself pretty
well while still putting out some hurt when it counts. I need to think about my
second, though. I'm leaning towards whips and flails right now - something to
help me do my job better, since criminals seem to be particularly slippery. But
luckily I don't have to decide today!

What else? Oh, I cracked a couple giant skulls - they had it coming, one was
trying to intimidate me into giving up my rings and the other was a filthy rat
bastard Outlander who kept trying to prevent me and another Magistrate from
getting the Scales back. Between the two of us, there's not a lot better than
whipping a nasty giant who thought the little gnome wasn't going to put up a
fight. "Mwa- ha- ha- ha," as they say.

Alright, I think that's probably enough for now! Write back if there's anything
worth telling! You can address mail to: Wiglaf Ironjaw, Magistrate of Hamsah
Mu'tazz.

*stamped with a W and a strangely square looking smiley face*

P.S.: I paid some dirty, dirty Svirf to take this as far as Tir-Talath so if it
doesn't make it to you I think we both know who to blame!
P.P.S: Say hi to mom and everyone else for me!