Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5543592-20170718181142

Taeris made a noncommittal noise. He wasn't sure what he'd do after this. He supposed it'd be back on the road for him and Meilir. Back to earning coin through odd task, like slaying trolls or rooting out bandit gangs or discovering if someone's husband was cheating on them, and then spending it on drinks, whores, and supplies so they could do it all over again. Sometimes it was rewarding. Frequently it was not.

It was a constant question he asked himself, what his purpose as a blademaster was. Meilir had a ridiculous notion of what it would be, which Taeris wasn't sure he agreed with or ultimately believed. Meilir had his purpose. He saw their life as one big adventure, and that it was his duty to chronicle their experiences. But the impact he left on the world mattered little to Taeris. Frequently, he wished he had a cause to die for, one that would make his life worth living.

Silas had said it was Taeris' duty to protect the royal line, that was the purpose for which he'd trained Taeris, and was what Taeris was doing now.

But since when had he any desire to live the destiny Silas had prescribed for him?

The carriages rolled through Anvil, towards the docks.