Role

Chapter 18

Illegal name, try another.
Name: booms a storm giant accusingly, "Had your brothers come any
later, you would have killed yourself already. Meditate on that. Seek freedom, not the
confines of these lifeless walls."

Kaeldran, can you not see your Master's work in this? By trusting in you, I was plunged into
despair, felt the maddening urge of suicide, almost fell from grace in that pit of nightmares
because of that insane fool Blyne.

But the brotherhood *did* come, for you and me...someone cared actually cared for me! When I
was weak, they were strong, would I ever turn my back on that? Why would I *ever* spit in
the face of all that is decent, good, noble, and sane?

Noone ever cared for me.

I owe Lathan not only my life, but a deeper undestanding of compassion, that we are not just
unfeeling creatures of duty.

'One needs a reason to hope.....and this is the first time it's been given to me...someone
actually cared and risked their life for me. That's never happened....ever." I tell him,
wondering if it will even make a difference.

"I must depart Thera...goodbye and remember, those of the spire came to save your life as
well."

Truly chaos is deceptive, not always a frothing hateful orc, but comming to deceive you as a
friend, seeming to be someone with a mere philosophical difference when his master cackels
in the shadows as you're lead like a lamb to the slaughter.

Did Kaeldran not even realize how he and I were manipulated? What if Blyne had been an
outlander? What *is* wrong with those people, anyways? I've never seen such pointless,
stupid violence in someone who claims to nurture life, especially those druids...

No more. Perhaps the way of Odrirg is right, perhaps the price of tolerence is betrayal.