Role

Chapter 3

From the time I wake until the time I sleep, the pain of my wounds gnaws
at the front of my mind... The only time I have mild relief and a sense
of clarity is when I'm taking a soak in cool water. Given that, I decided
to keep a journal to capture what coherent thoughts I could muster in
these rare times of peaceful reflection.

As I sit here in the Silverwood pond watching the smoke rise from the
city of Galadon, I think back to my meeting with Lady Rarywey not long
ago and how I already see things in a new light. I've vowed to Her to
uphold the cycle and wield my pain against those deserving, returning
them to the soil for their souls to be cleansed and injected into the
very veins of Thar-Eris in the hopes that they return as something more
worthwhile.

The Lady Rarywey has taught me a thing or two about my pain, but as for
now it is still incredibly crippling. Despite that, my faith remains
resolute and only grows stronger. I have no doubt that I will overcome it
and be able to truly embrace my pain one day soon.