Role

Chapter 9

Oh! Ha... ha. So! That's a good line, blue eyes.

It's been a minute or a year since I had such a forward bit of bluster. I'll
tell you a story.

There was a handsome bandit something, king I think. He met me just before I
came back to Darsylon and I was far too young for whatever you have or he had
in mind. But he showed me things. Wonderful things. Terrible things. He showed
me how to do this bit of business with some thread and your hands, and this bit
of business with some cord and your legs. It was a good time, and I'll not ever
say otherwise.

And when someone shows you the world and then they leave you, your heart may
remember the lessons, but your head is nothing but sadness, anger, and regret.
Time has been kinder to me, and I'm not bitter about it. Not anymore. I learned
what I needed to learn, and it certainly pushed me towards learning a few
things in Seantryn Modan. Don't get me wrong though, I'm no binder, I'm a
locksmith.

But yeah, those mistakes made me realize just how important passion is.
Whatever that passion is for, not as important. I want to see that fire, that
fury, that intensity.

And I have to tell you, I see some cold dark bit of business behind those eyes.
Not a light from where I sit. So please pull your arms back to the other side
of the bar before I show you a few terrible things I've learned.