Role

Chapter 6

Sazven was fuming.

Another stupid giant had burst out of the trees screaming like a banshee
about chasm scum. That had been bad, but the huge axe he'd been waving
around had been even worse!

When Sazven found out who had started that rumour, there would be hell to
pay. No, two hells to pay. She'd lived in a pit long enough, thank you. Why
wouldn't they leave her alone?

At least Riazle believed her. Maybe it was because he had a frail ego
supposedly, but that was okay. It would be kind of a shame when he
eventually had to have an accident, but there would be time for that sooner
or later. She thought maybe they were friends, and that had to count for
something? She'd never had a friend, but when the accident opportunity
presented itself she'd make sure it was quick. He was a bit odd asking her
to join his tree full of insane giants, but she was sure his Weh would be
strong.

She wasn't so sure about this Frella anymore though. They'd started out so
well. Sazven had posed as an up and coming mercenary, and tried to get
Frella to hire her. Sazven would get paid, Frella would have an accident,
Sazven gets her Weh, everybody wins.

But Frella had refused, and now thought Sazven lived in Riazle's tree. What
was wrong with these people? Why couldn't they just trust Sazven at her
word? It was all so frustrating!

Life was hard, and don't even get her started on these imperials. She'd
gone to say hello to one of them and before she'd even opened her mouth he
tried to cut her head off. It was safe to say negotiations may have broken
down there, but at least they'd not accused her of being a Maran or
something ridiculous.