Harfik Human Monk
Harfiks hand unconsciously brushes against the braided chain and fabric around his body before he brings his hands together in front of him for another deep bow.
Because of his success he had earned the right to wear it around his body. The Counts less valuable slaves wore theirs around their necks. Most of the time he was treated well, even on occasion seeing "free born" peasants beaten worse than he could remember being beaten. His mentor, the one that trained him to fight, and to seek stillness of mind in order to perfect his movements, had told him that Freedom had it's own risks. That as a slave you can become expensive to replace while peasants were free to come and go as they pleased, they needed to support themselves, and were cheaper to replace. He was well fed and rarely punished but even with his improved station he was still a slave without any of the choices, hard as they may be, that a free man had. Questions and possibilities raced through his mind. He remained silent for some time...
"Kethra is it? You and I know this. My place in this life is to fight. Other than the knowing that I have from my mentor. Fighting is what I know and other things, less helpful with this."
Harfiks hand unconsciously brushes against the braided chain and fabric around his body before he brings his hands together in front of him for another deep bow.
Because of his success he had earned the right to wear it around his body. The Counts less valuable slaves wore theirs around their necks. Most of the time he was treated well, even on occasion seeing "free born" peasants beaten worse than he could remember being beaten. His mentor, the one that trained him to fight, and to seek stillness of mind in order to perfect his movements, had told him that Freedom had it's own risks. That as a slave you can become expensive to replace while peasants were free to come and go as they pleased, they needed to support themselves, and were cheaper to replace. He was well fed and rarely punished but even with his improved station he was still a slave without any of the choices, hard as they may be, that a free man had. Questions and possibilities raced through his mind. He remained silent for some time...
"Kethra is it? You and I know this. My place in this life is to fight. Other than the knowing that I have from my mentor. Fighting is what I know and other things, less helpful with this."