Valignat

I sit in the murky waters waiting for the deer to pass. It does not see me as I am fully submerged. I rise and speak the final word of my incantation bringing fiery death. The deer brings good meat. I return home, the master takes the meat. The master does not offer thanks. People come seeking help. Small problems for small people. I fix them easily. This work is belo the master. This work is below me. Years pass. The master teaches only tribal magic. The tribe does not wish to change. I wish to change. I am better than this. Time passes. Orcs come. Orcs seek to bring death. They find only their own. Orcs have strange drawings and words written in languages not known to lizard-folk. I study them. I learn of the world. These words bring new places.

I will find these new places. I am better than this tribe. These new places will bring change.