Role

Chapter 25

I spent time at the Inn regularly in the early days of my redemption. Generally
it was to speak to those who wanted to hear my story, such as Heralds and
Acolytes. When I walked the world to explore or practice, I did it mostly by
myself. Though more and more, I would walk with Dichael. And he would find me
at the Inn or escort me there to rest. He showed me the limes behind the
kitchen and through time and talks he started to warm to me. When I first met
him, his scars were still raw. And I, a drow, was like a knife to those scars.
My people had caused him and his family such pain and so abiding me, choosing
not to slay me on sight, took restraint on his part. But my story and my
actions over time moved him, and it wasn't long before he started to bring me
gifts. Fruit at first, since I wouldn't eat anything he caught hunting. Other
little things, useful things but one day he gave me a beautiful carved
moonstone. It was unexpected, romantic even. And we walked together more, and
we spoke more... and we drank wine, and we flirted, and finally we kissed.

We were inseparable thereafter, our paths were now linked. The question became
if we were headed in the same direction. Many times Dichael mused to me about
whether his search for knowledge would take him to the Light. Others mused
about it as well, whether Dichael was more interested in reaching the Light or
more interested in reaching enlightenment, which prompted me once, in front of
Menakh-Niziim no less, to state forcefully that while I cared for Dichael and
that I loved Dichael, my path was a journey to complete and total redemption.

In time Dichael himself forcefully asserted he was committed to that same
redemption. But the way he achieved it and where he wanted to go after
achieving it was quite different than me and mine.