Role

Chapter 2

Gadorin was a small child when he left his home. Small enough that he would
barely remember the faces of his family and those he loved. Small enough he
would barely remember that home at all, and what made him what he was. In some
ways, that left Gadorin a mystery to himself.

What Gadorin does remember, in the fuzzy piecemeal way that childhood is
remembered at all, is that he was given over to serve a nobleman as a young
boy. How he came into that service, Galadorin did not know. Only that he was
responsible for some sort of obligation and that obligation demanded that he
follow the nobleman onto the battlefield. He would never learn more, as that
nobleman fell during the very first combat Gadorin ever witnessed, drawing his
final breath only a few feet from where Gadorin stood helpless.

That nobleman's properties, titles, and liens were transferred to others. And
so Gadorin was transferred with them. He found himself serving another
soldier, then yet again watching that man fall in battle.

How many times that story repeated itself, Gadorin could not recount. Nor
could he recount the number of men he served, or battles he witnessed. A
shield-bearer, a stableboy, or just an untitled servant, Gadorin served as he
was required. Always fulfilling his duty, but never finding anywhere to
belong.

It was not until Gadorin reached his ninth birthday that he met the Knight who
he only knew as Sir Jonn. Sir Jonn was the kindest of Gadorin's long line of
masters and seemed to take a special interest in the boy. He named Gadorin his
personal Squire, and keept him at his side at all times. Sir Jonn was a truly
good man, religious man and would grasp his amulet and pray before every
battle. Gadorin looked on with curiosity but never asked to whom or what he
prayed.