Role

Chapter 21

"You who balked at slaying a filthy goblin, would slay someone who's lived his life in the
gutter?"

Fury courses through the body of a young, sickly paladin, though the anger reveals itself
only as spermatic coughing, fury inspired by a Brothers suggestion, this Ethendakath,
that we they should slaughter beggars in Tar Valon?

Exactly how does that help our cause?

Champions of light, plunging their swords into the guts of men, not evil by choice, but
by circumstance. What tyrants these that deserve death when all they need is to be fed?

At one time, Ethendakath regretted the slaying of a hopelessly tainted goblin, now this?

What fire burns in those of the phoenix that would soak the streets in blood, what....
madness (?) brings them to kill like that when what my city really needs is to be fed,
even with simple, tasteless unleavened bread we pray for?

What happens in that Ivory Tower they call the Fortress? Or is it more of an Ivory
Asylum, in more ways than one?

Even Jaegrudai seems to be changed by it....

Finally agreeing to fight orcs instead, the group leaves, though not as united as before.