Role

Chapter 3

It was not all just dark, brooding thoughts. Much to her surprise, she
sometimes would feel strange... respect towards certain others among
those blessed by the Ancients. Namely, those storm giants. Many of
them had certain solemn, quiet strength, something very different from
the irritating elves which luckily did not show themselves much near
her.

She had even voluntarily... talked with some of them, shared some
thoughts. Maybe they did deserve the power of the Ancients after all,
even if they were not quite as consummate hunters. And even if one of
them actually struck her just as she managed to fell her prey, a Maran
of little importance... she could not bring herself to feel the same
kind of disdain as for many others. Quirks of old age, no doubt.