Role

Chapter 4

"This isn't Voralia, where are we?" asked the boy.

"Galadon," the shapeshifter answered. "Lad, it was the Voralians who cast
your family out to that wretched farm on the rocky side of the river. I
would not recommend revisiting that city."

"Where is the paladin guild?" The boy scanned his surroundings, and moved
closer to the shapeshifter.

"Right this way. Galadon paladins, of course, can change their shape. A
perfect fit for you!" The shapeshifter smiled happily as he handed a small
bag to the guildguard.

"I'm not too young?"

"You are certainly the youngest 15-yr-old human I've ever met, but no, you
are not. I assure you, they will accept you here gladly."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummingbird. I didn't want to live in a scary cave."

The shapeshifter nodded. "No, I suppose not. But I will be looking over
you all the same. Remember what I told you?"

"My name is Riks... Riksee-"

"Rixzikt'le X'aktli'iinkrivik. Do not let anyone know who you are. You had an
accident in the mines and-"

"I lost all my memories."

"Good! It was good of me to rescue you, no?"

"Yes, from the dark-elves! Thank you, Mr. Hummingbird!"

"No! From the sewers, Rixzikt'le!"

"Oh, right." The boy frowned.

"You are going to learn to be brave and strong, just like your father.
You will be alright, Rixzikt'le." The shapeshifter glanced about quickly,
then ushered the boy inside. "Now, go on! I promise Mr. Hummingbird will
check on you."

The boy nodded, glanced up at the guildguard, then proceeded in. He saw the
guildguard cast a nervous gaze at his father, who was suddenly glaring at him
intently.

Inside, the guildmaster greeted the boy coldly. "What is your name?"

The boy looked down, paused, and then answered. "Tomias. My name is
Tomias Jensin."