Role

Chapter 3

From that moment on, Zieq's trajectory in life had been forever changed.
He had willingly accepted a bad situation and embraced it with great
reward. Zieq now had his own room. That was almost unimaginable to him
before. He even had a soft bed, though he had grown so used to the ground
he did not sleep there. In his mind, he was still proud of the bed. He
now spent time with tutors in the late evening. He learned his letters,
numbers, and how to behave in duergar society. He no longer had to look
down at everyone, though he still bore the mark of a slave. He walked
freely through Aran'gird.

He managed the slaves in the slave mines and those that were sent out
of Aran'gird into the Underdark. They traveled with many guards due to
the danger. It was on his third trip out that they were ambushed by drow.
They had surprise on their side and were quick, but the duergar were tough
fighters. When one of the duergar guards fell, the rest were surprised to
see Zieq pick up their sword and help them beat back the drow.

When the fight finished, Zieq went to hand the sword back to a guard but
by this point they respected him. They let him keep it. Word carried and
soon he also had time with tutors who began to teach him to fight with
more skill than pure brutal strength.