Role

Chapter 11

Oh by this you mean that axe and whatever business you tend to with it, aye?
Yeah that's a hard day, let me grab you a bit of better ale. This one's from
the Dwarven city of Akan. Drink enough of it and you'll have to rob a captain
of his rousing yellow pills, which I've done on more than one occasion. Bought
the ale, mind you, stole the pills. But that's not much of a tale, is it?

Honey is what you smell, I'll back away from your drink so you can enjoy that
sour, stout head. You didn't pay for my head and its smells. But I can tell you
part of why mine is kept this way if you like and the how. Just before I made
my way to the academy, I returned to Darsylon, I'd spent many of my younger
years traveling with my dad. My grandfather was a winemaker, one of the best,
and while he had long since passed he had a brother who had a daughter who had
a husband who had an uncle and seems that was as close as I was going to get to
family who would take me in. I had one task when I found him, how do I keep
this hair pink. There was a pink feathered arial who did the job my first
go-round but gave me no clues as how to keep it this way. When I last saw my
father he gave me two instructions, find a job where I might find him and keep
my hair pink so he could spot me.

Well my once or thrice removed uncle happened to be a gardener, and we tried
every combination of red fruit that would pink my hair and most wouldn't take,
except beets it seems. But they smell... not as pleasant as some fruits who
wouldn't hold their color. So we opted to use honey with the beets and sure
enough, pink and not unpleasant smelling is where we landed. As for the job,
when I was far too young to apply I came to speak to Krimzar, the High Herald,
the big boss and I'm unsure why he gave me a chance, but he did. And now I just
wait, at some point that handsome rogue of a dad will walk through those doors,
rest assured, and I'll be here.

It's sour but it's SO good, right? Let me pour you another.