Rolerts tale

[Hinhater]

_Rolert sat on a rock outside of Norwick. Having heavy eyes and being half asleep he fell asleep. He woke up, or more likely thought he woke up. He heard a voice coming from the west. Pulling out his sword Vengence he looked around dazed. Blinking several times he walked west. As the voice got louder and louder he understood it to be the whimpering of a child. As he got there he saw a small child with Blue eyes and Sandy colored hair. "What ye doin our'ere lad could get urt." Said Rolert tilting his head in curiostity. "Me me foot tuck!" Rolert looked down as soon as the child said the words. His eyes buldged, for there was only a stump from the ankle down with some of the bone popping out just below the Ankle. He looked up saddened not knowing what to say. Not thinking clearrly from the site he reached out with his hand trying to touch his face. It slid right through. A deeper voice came from thge child, "You have done well, this child in need no longer his soul….. at rest" With that the boy starded to turn to a sparkling vapor. As hge left he saw the boy drop somthing and the final words of the boy "Learn...." with that he was gone. As he looked down rubbing his eyes he saw a small bottle of what looked like dwarven ale. Completly stupified he put the ale to his lips, it tasted wonderfull. Like honey only warming the belly. Then he felt an intence pain looking down at his stomach he saw his armor being eaten away and as he fell down slipping away from life he saw it leak through...
It was a spirit.... His Karma.... leaking into his sword, he slipped away hearing the rings in his head "Learn"

He woke up....._