Role

Chapter 3

A dirty child slowly looked towards the retreating form of massive Fire Giant, hiccuping once with a
giant sob as the bloodstained footsteps faded as they reached the perimeter of Hamsah Mu'Tazz. A
quick glance back towards the orphanage led to another giant sob nearly doubling over the child,
their harsh, ragged cries heard by many villagers and ignored.

"Child. Stop. Look around. They do not care," a quiet, monotone voice from the shadows whispered.

The child looked towards the shadows, shuffling off towards them as a few tears continued to fall and
as their nose continued to run.

"Who....who...are you? Wha....what are you?" the child asked, shivering with fear, shock and
most certainly malnourishment.

A furry hand that ended in five dangerous looking claws snaked out to a point just behind the child's
head...before slowing, gently moving past their ear and to a point a few inches from the front of
their face.

A single gold coin appears in the hand, motioning for the child to continue to enter the shadows.


A few months later Jaragh noticed several of the orphans he cared for had gone missing, and it wasn't
the wanton slaughter by young guildmembers that was the cause. There were rumors that the new High
Priest had a demon who kidnapped and ate the children, but surely even in these times that could not
possibly be true. He wasn't even a priest of Jormyr, Joragh whispered to himself. Sighing softly,
the knight began penning a scroll to an old comrade in the Redhorn Mountains, making sure to include
every detail.