Role

Chapter 15

It was a few days before Arratok was recovered enough to thank his savior.
The city guard, Narcima was a cloud giant who had come to Galadon after a
civil war in his city left most of it destroyed. A warrior by trade and young
strong law abiding man it made sense for him to travel to the forefront of
city life and put his skills to use. Arratok kept his story to himself, and
told Narcima he had no recollection of anything prior to being hauled from
the doors of death on river road. It was easier he told himself, to keep what
he knew and what he felt to himself for now. I once was weak, but now I have
been reborn. I will never be weak again. I must learn to fight he pleaded
with Narcima, with skill and technique of a true warrior, please, you must
help me. Narcima had grown to a place of some respect among his guild, but he
was still unsure of this anomaly that survived what seemed to be unavoidable
death. He pulled some strings however to get him an entry level job, sweeping
broken glass and teeth from the bar at the warriors guild. Narcima had hoped
that he would be content with a steady life and a bed to sleep in, but
somehow knew there was more than just a mundane life out there for Arratok.