Role

Chapter 13

I've been settin' me sights on learnin' the ways of this realm, after takin'
heed of the Lady's counsel. She spoke of golden auras, secrets of the light,
it seems. Beings of the purest sort, untouched by shadow or malice, they bear
a shimmering gold. My own hands hold neither spell nor sacred word to see such
light, but with a vial of amber liquid, gleaned from the heart of Talshidar's
depths, the glow of goodness reveals itself true and bright.

The days within our stone walls pass with the slow certainty of the mountain's
own growth. Darkness may be on the rise, but our resolve stands firm as iron.
I'm still chartin' my course toward the honor of acolyte-not as an end, but as
a path to tread, understandin' the worth of such a quest.

I've shared words with marans, squires, and scribes, watched their doubts come
and go like the morning mists over the crags. And I strive, by my efforts, to
clear their vision, lest they dwell too long in shadows of the mind. A
paladin's claim-that wild elves and gnomes walk hand in hand with
evil-threatens to spread like wildfire through the underbrush. Such flames of
mistrust must be doused ere they rage out of control.

Our fortress kin, they stir in me a sense of hearth and home, a flicker of the
family once mine, now remembered in the echoes of our deep halls.