Role

Chapter 3

I despair for my son.

So much potential. So much talent. So much drive.

Yet there is a madness there. I do not speak of the deranged, or the
chaotic, or the mentally sick. It is the madness of unconstrained ambition,
and there are few things more consuming, especially in our field.

Agani Lhiltrill came to the crypt today. Angry, again. Complaining, again.
More thefts, again.

My son is clever, and implicating the Grig'Agali's was a good touch. He is
young though, and not as clever as he thinks. We found the cigars in his
room, and though the Lhiltrill were appeased by assurances that it could
not have been Tamazin something must change.

These small rebellions are tolerated in children, but he is getting to the
age when such things begin to become unacceptable.