Role

Chapter 7

"This is the best academy of our glorious city! Here you can find the
power and the heritage of our folk!. You, Gzurweeg, must be proud to
be born in Arangird!" a booming voice of an old teacher was keeping
Gzurweeg from falling asleep at lesson. He suppressed a yawn and
stared at the mage blankly. The old wizard frowned upon him and
added, "you have good potential but lack of motivation. Should you
put a bit more efforts and you could be among best of my students".
The teacher grumbled something more, but Gzurweeg's mind was away
already. "He's damned right" he thought. "What, hells, I'm doing here ?!".
Gzurweegs family was rich as his father served as a first mate in one
of numerous Aran'gird clans, thus, the children were supposed to get
good education in best schools. Thus, Gzurweeg was spending the majority
of a day studying in the King's magic academy. And after that, often
exhausted, he had to attend the King's guard school trainings.
Needless to say what were Gzurweeg feelings about all this "education",
but he wasn't in position to question his father's authority.
Several hours later, when another day had ended, Gzurweeg finally made
his way to home, lustily touched a bed, and being utterly drained
immediately fell asleep...