Role

Chapter 3

The young girl, Victareia, ran the streets of Udgaard. Often seen between two
places, the scroll shop and talisman shop, the former was her destination today.
A new shipment had come in! She was there when dawn arrived. The doors opened
and she dragged the udgaardian watchman items across the threshold and up to
the counter to barter.

She was no stranger to the talisman and scroll shopkeepers in Udgaard, having
taken a dark fascination to the power that even an aspiring street urchin
could harness. With a wry smile, the scroll shopkeeper was not surprised to
see her.

"Victareia, I don't supposed you are here for the invisibility scrolls
today are you?"... but shaking their head, they moved a scroll from the new
shipment forward. "I'm not even supposed to sell you the detect
invisibility scrolls, let alone this, but..." he sighed, "Yet you
are quite the black and twisted little girl aren't you with your curious
ambitions? This is a scroll of blindness..."

Victareia gasped, sliding the items for barter across the Udgaard scroll
counter, she didn't even consider if the trade was fair. She caressed her
scroll of blindness like a new found crush. Out the door she ran. "Such a
cute little thing. And so unusually charming for such a rag-a-muffin." the
shopkeeper said to Victareia's back as she ran out the door and towards the
southern gate.

Yet the young girl wasn't feeling cute today. She was feeling excited,
powerful, and determined. And only one thing consumed her, the docks of
Voralian and those of her community so often murdered and left unprotected in
the Shining good city of Voralia.