Role

Chapter 18

"That is quite enough." Thrym spoke clearly and calmly. The tone of his voice
made it obvious that this was not a request, but a command. "You two, get
your asses back to your drills. Its painfully obvious you are in desperate
need of practice if this errand boy gets the best of you so easily." With
that the two would be assailants scampered back to the warrior school and
Thrym lowered Arratok back to his feet. "Come on now lad, lets get out of
this rain." They went inside and Arri handed over the ledgers from the
Galadon guild. A pot of warm spiced ale helped to shake off the weather, and
conversation started to flow, as his clothes started to dry out. Maybe Thrym
had sensed the jaded background and knew how to prod, maybe it was the ale
getting to his head, maybe Arratok just held it in too long and it needed to
find its way out, the only thing for certain is that on that day as the
discussion turned to Arri and his past, it unfolded in all its detail, start
to finish, for the first time ever to anyone. When he was finished Thrym
looked him dead in the eyes, "I can train you to be a machine of war, but you
must live true to your vision. Avenge your sister Arratok, and dedicate your
life to purity. There is but one war, and you have been lucky enough to have
been reborn for it. Now free from weakness and fear, you must harden yourself
and unyieldingly work on perfection. You will be the swords edge. You are
destined for greatness Arratok." With that he handed him a bedroll, and with
a smirk fished, "You begin your training at sunrise."