Role

Chapter 3

It was one of his street friends that introduced him to the Guildmaster. Joesph who
Ryfin had thought was lost, tracked him down and after a quick reunion explained
that he had been inducted months earlier by the secretive organisation. The Guild
was always on the lookout for new apprentices and the streets were often the first
place they looked.

Little convincing was required as Ryfin agreed to meet the Guildmaster. It was far
from anything he had planned, but knew this was the training he required. He quickly
dedicated himself to this new art form, almost to the exclusion of all else. Though
he still ventured home from time to time, he felt himself drifting apart from his
family. His father came to accept his son's choice, even if he did not fully understand
it.

As his skills progressed he ventured further from Galadon, and was not long before
his took down his first wicked soul. Though no joy was received in taking a life,
there was satisfaction that the world was just a little bit safer. It was during
this time that he began to learn of the Fortress of Light and the Maran that called
it home. Ryfin was sure this would be his family of spirit as he pledged himself
to their cause.