from the Journals of Morningstar 776 Series C, Warforged Wizard

by Richard Smyth

CHAPTER FOUR

Date: 22 Vult 996YK

I met a small boy a few days ago, Elmeri is his name. He was part of a group of orphaned ragamuffins who accosted me with rotten vegetables as I departed for the squatter's camp, but he hung back after they ran off. The skin on his head was burned; he was hairless on one side of his head, and his ear was gnarled like one of the roots they sell in the marketplace. He told me of his life, how his parents were killed in the fire that burned his face and arm, and how the other orphans picked on him because of his appearance. For this reason he took pity on me. Though he is young, his experience has given him a wisdom beyond his years, and we have become comrades. He sleeps with me at the camp, among the other warforged refugees, and I teach him what I can about the game of chess, in which he has taken an interest from seeing me play in the market square.