Role

Chapter 3

Khronin was not the same after that fateful day. He swore an oath to find
her, but was talked out of rash action by his mother. He then swore an
oath to go out into the world and see the evils that that entailed. He ran
alone afterwards, somber and mournful in appearance. Gradually the pain
and shame receded. Yet he had become stoic and rarely spoke. He spent
nearly all of his time in learning of the outside world from Ghranos, an
ancient Felar who had a solid command of the common tongue and had lived
many years in the outlands. From him Khronin learned the speech and much
of what it was like in these places called cities. When not holed up with
Ghranos he was learning weapon skills from the masters of the hunt, who
took pity on him and taught him what they could. One evening when he was
17 he spoke quietly with his mother and father, telling them what was on
his mind and that he would be leaving within the week to follow the road
north to see if he could find sign of Mrahrie. Perhaps even bring her
back. Niether parent liked this idea, but they knew their son and gave
only token resistance to the idea. His mind was made up and they knew
they would not be able to change it.