Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
Thursday, 08 January 2015
"Your talents are well missed within our profession."
These words do not convince me. Are there not many that can open a door, a wooden box? Are there not many that can balance poison and metal?
"That teach..."
Ah. Teach. What use is a teacher if none come to him for training? Because I am a Cleric, I cannot teach the path of the Rogue? Did I suddenly lose my ability to mix poisons? Did my hands forget the touch and weight of a dagger? Do they no longer remember how to weave it through air, silent and deadly?
She tells me the profession lacks my skills, I disagree. It is not the profession that misses my skills, it is the people that do not want them.
I do not blame the populace. I was once a very wicked man. Many still see me as such, there is no changing their minds.
I teach those that are willing to listen, but I do not seek students any longer.
Threnody Nyx. Cenny Konxovar. Achelle Olytro.
These are the only ones I shall take to the temple, until there is another worthy of their skill and dedication to their craft (Even if two of the three have changed professions).