Role

Chapter 6

Hrendya woke up in a puddle of blood and vomit and looked around. He was in some city.
He didn't have the strength to get up and he just lay there. "At least I'm lying like the best," he thought with a grin.
"Hey you!" - some fat guy in a shirt called out to him. "Why did you lying at my territory?"
Hrendya frowned at him. He had just made such a trip to answer this punk.
"Where are you from?" the man asked. "I escaped from Thar Acacia."
"Ah, this is the city of magicians, far away in the forest, I see"
"Why did you run away?" asked the man.
"I realized that magic is not mine, I want to be a warrior". "The best warrior," added Hrendya.
"Everyone here wants to be the best, and then they starve to death, and no one wants to work", the man frowned. "And then they rob you and take all the bread."
- "Yeah, it's not fair," said Hrendya.
- But they eat well for nothing. All sorts of Forest dwellers run in, rob cities,
it's good that at least there is a Spire, they guard us, the man nodded somewhere to the north with a satisfied look.
- Let me protect you for money? Hrendya asked.
"Can you? I doubt it".
- I'll learn, said Hrendya.
So he guarded the bakery all day, and in the evening he studied martial combat with an old warrior. Role + There was not enough money for an experienced and young one.
From time to time, the cries of the battle of the Forest with the Spire were heard in the city,
but most of all, Hrendya wanted to meet a real warrior so that he would teach him, give advice.
The old teacher already felt bad and was already thinking about leaving the desire to become a
warrior and thinking of being a fisher somewhere not far away, in the silver forests, it would be so
comfortable on a small lake, but this thoughts burned him.
He considered it a matter of honor to avenge himself, for this it is necessary to become a better warrior.