{I fear, as I write this, that this is my last day as a man for I will become something else.}
….
Sharen wasn't happy and Narene could tell. He'd always been a person that went low-key and this, to Narene, had seemed absurd. She often wondered why Sharen always went the extra mile to hide his magical prowess, hiding behind his own modesty. Specialness—especially when it came to the blessings of the gods—was something Narene felt one ought to boast about.
However, in front of Goramel—this man whom she had no idea about his powers; it was very foolish for Fryssel to point out Sharen's specialness. She remained silent, eyeing the already cold bowl of tea before her while listening to Goramel.
"A Hero, eh?" Goramel chuckled, leaning closer and clasping his hands. "That one's new."
"Now that you've confirmed that King Balsor is breeding the monsters," Sharen said, obviously disinterested in continuing the topic of his abilities. "What will you do?"
