10-24-2021, 10:53 PM
Rokhan would lie if he said the troll's words didn't cut to his heart. He sighed. "You forget who you be talkin' to, Zar'Kaa–I still be a shadow hunter. We walk wit da Loa, and the Loa wit us. Dat ain't gonna change jus' cuz I be on my own. I know you don' keep dem in your graces for ya own reasons, but even you gotta know dat I don't get to be alone no more, even if I wanted to be."
The troll chuckled a mirthless, sad chuckle. "For what it be worth, I don't be givin' ya any special treatment. A troll be who dey make demselves to be–not de ones who made dem. I treatcha de way you earned wit your deeds, an' I don't let no superstitions corrupt ma judgement. I be seein' too many tings what would scare a troll shitless to let it. An' I ain't some High Priest dat be clutchin' ma fetish in horror because you be don't be a fan of de Loa; dey can be bastards sometimes, I know."
Rokhan lightly pounded his fist on Zar'Kaa's side. "But dis be your chance to start changin' who you be, Zar'Kaa. De Darkspear don't be havin' time to be picky about who dey protect... but Zufli'jin ain't her father either, and I don't tink I like de kind of troll I see her becomin'. Tragedy like dis? It trows us all do de ground, strips us bare as de day we came screamin' into de world, make us build ourselves back up. Zufli'jin an' me, we be pickin' what kinda troll we gonna be on de other side o' dis. But only you can answer who you gonna be, or what you gonna do.
"But... for what it be wort," Rokhan said, turning to continue gathering his belongings and reagents. "I'll miss havin' you 'round, too, mon."
The troll chuckled a mirthless, sad chuckle. "For what it be worth, I don't be givin' ya any special treatment. A troll be who dey make demselves to be–not de ones who made dem. I treatcha de way you earned wit your deeds, an' I don't let no superstitions corrupt ma judgement. I be seein' too many tings what would scare a troll shitless to let it. An' I ain't some High Priest dat be clutchin' ma fetish in horror because you be don't be a fan of de Loa; dey can be bastards sometimes, I know."
Rokhan lightly pounded his fist on Zar'Kaa's side. "But dis be your chance to start changin' who you be, Zar'Kaa. De Darkspear don't be havin' time to be picky about who dey protect... but Zufli'jin ain't her father either, and I don't tink I like de kind of troll I see her becomin'. Tragedy like dis? It trows us all do de ground, strips us bare as de day we came screamin' into de world, make us build ourselves back up. Zufli'jin an' me, we be pickin' what kinda troll we gonna be on de other side o' dis. But only you can answer who you gonna be, or what you gonna do.
"But... for what it be wort," Rokhan said, turning to continue gathering his belongings and reagents. "I'll miss havin' you 'round, too, mon."