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Belas Knapp
In my youth on Murandir I was a member of a troupe of travelling entertainers. Like me, most were empire-born, but one or two were from elsewhere, including Moyra from the village. Long-limbed, easy on the eye, full of laughter, many men desired her, including my best friend Jarek, but it was me she chose and we swore each other promises of thick and thin, and come what may. As the happy years passed I began to feel the first hints that my skills and nimbleness were beginning to fade and knew that one day I would have to leave the troupe. So I made plans, saving what gold I could, intending to found a gymnasium for tumblers and acrobats and once again Moyra promised she would stay with me.
Then: crisis. Moyra's folk from the village were forced to flee Murandir. I tried to persuade her to stay, certain she would be safe within the troupe.But she implored me to come with her to Orin Rakatha and in the end I relented. Accompanied by our two great friends Jarek and Ahab, we made the dangerous journey back to the village, and fled between the worlds as refugees. It was then that I tore my knee-joint so it could not stand my weight for many weeks. My days walking the ropes were over.
Full of plans and promises as always, Jarek was sure there would be plenty of work for entertainers, but in the hard early times it was clear there would be none, though the other three worked to keep their skills. Despite her promises, Moyra abandoned me, deserting me for Jarek and Wolfhold. And so Ahab proved himself the best of my friends, staying with me for a full year until I drove him away with my drinking and self-pity and anger.
So for some years I lived like that, labouring at whatever would pay enough to buy an evening of cheap ale. Until one day and only the Spheres know why, I realised the worthlessness of my pitiful existence and determined to end it. I enrolled in the Rangers, endured the basic training and the stares and laughter of the younger adventurers, and took my first mission. Seeking death I never asked the priests or mages for protection, but just ran to the enemy. I was criticised much for this, but cared nothing.for the opinions of my betters.
Then one day, at Lord BlackWolf's wake (I had travelled there hoping former friends might attend), I heard Quicksilver talk of law and the proper manner of things. His words cut me deep, they were like a mirror and I did not like the reflection. I held out my hand and he raised me up so I found once again companionship and trust within Spirior, and afterwards in the greater alliance of our three towers.
To my regret I believe Moyra, Jarek and Ahab are all now dead, so I can no longer make peace with them. I tell my story so all may know how I fell and found again a measure of respect by the hand of a great hero and his companions, and how, by serving law, law serves us as both guardian and comfort.
Go well,
Belas Knapp
Veteran Ranger
2nd Defender of Spirior
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