Role

Chapter 7

Bazz stands atop the southern wall of the Fortress, the dim orange glow of
the Forge lighting the courtyard and fountain within. Silence echoes from the
skies, joining the soft tinkle of water in a peaceful dance. He faces away
though, gazing outwards, patiently waiting for his eyes to adjust to the
darkness of the chill night air.

In one hand, he holds a fruit gifted to him by Lady Azorinne moments earlier.
In the other, nestled within his cloak, he grasps a warm, coal-filled,
brazier.

The stars in their dark firmament reveal themselves one at a time to his
senses - glittering jewels that dimly illuminate the majestic snow-covered
mountains. Presaged by a gentle exhalation of frost, he contemplates his
life.

*I am...happy. When did that happen?*

*I accept myself. I have come to love my Komodo Dragon as a mighty healer,
and the Wolverine as a fierce protector.*

*I am wrapped in the warmth of my fellows. Judged and found worthy of my
place by Lady Azorinne. Friends with many I deeply respect.*

*Nothing can take these things from me. Nothing can take this moment. I will
work, and fight, so that others may have their own moment.*

A minute later, the Maran shifts aside to allow a figure to sally forth
through the gates. Briefly, light shines outwards, illuminating the mountains
far into the distance with a golden glow.