Role

Chapter 2

Perhaps the most daring of his acts was his defense of a group of street
children against a menacing slaver. The battle was brutal. Erorm's fists
flew, each punch and kick an ode to his training, a testament to his
commitment to justice. At one point, he found himself surrounded, facing the
sharp end of a whip that lashed out, wrapping around his leg and pulling him
to the ground. Gritting his teeth against the pain, blood staining his
youthful features, he rolled to evade a descending cudgel, grabbed a piece of
broken glass, and thrust it into the slaver's thigh. The distraction was
enough, with a roar, he fought on, protecting the children until the
adversary was finally defeated.

These tales of valor, while spectacular, left scars on Erorm, both visible
and concealed within his heart. Yet, despite the weight of his past and the
wounds of the present, his journey was an embodiment of Baerinika's
teachings. In the cacophony of Galadon's bustling life, Erorm was a silent
guardian, a beacon of hope, drawing from his own traumas to shield others
from the ever-looming darkness.