Role

Chapter 14

In a spacious library deep within the Spire, a man sits.

Before him a small candle burns on a wide oaken table. A clear piece of paper
lies close by, with a small quill pen resting beside it unused. With a sudden
flourish, he begins to jot down his thoughts on the past few days of his life.

-Never argue with a dwarf.
-Dont expect the gods to command you directly, its like putting a cast on a
healthy arm, youll never rely on your own strength.
-Put out the fire before you rebuild the house. Odrirg has his goal, you have yours.
-Dont doubt your goals.
-Never loose another pouch of nourishment. Ever. It can save countless lives.
-Dwarves keep their oaths...even mercenaries.
-Now is the time to inspire the brotherhood.

Blinking, he looks up and considers the last sentence, one that came unbidden
to his mind.