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Failing that, he sees himself as a champion and a leader, and also seeks to punish himself for failing to find a way around the fight, and putting others in danger. He will always move to engage the seeming leader, attempting to work his way around any mooks. He remains tactical, trying to make use of flanking, aiding, and other advantages as they present themselves.

This usually will reult in him being completely outclassed by his opponents, and not necessarily taking the best advantage of himself in battle. Yay for character flaws.

In regards to Gurney, the dog. Gurney is well enough trained that Lo'j can gain flanking benefits even when fighting "alone". Remember the dog does not benefit from Lo'js auras.

My name is Jhae Deverin, son of Johlin and Nyara Deverin, of Magnimar. I am writing this letter to you at the recommendation of the commanding officer of my training camp. Today is the first day of my training as an officer of the army.

I arrived here this morning, a simple matter as the camp is only a few minutes walk from the city, though to be honest, until this today I have never thought to come here. I am use to the hustle and bustle of the city, to the jostling of bodies, and the constant haggling and trading in the streets. It seems so quiet here. There are so many of us in training, each aiming for their own specialization, but yet even with so many in the halls, there is no jostling, we move like the pegs in a mill reel.

It is odd, the commander wants us to write these letters, and carry them with us, so that should we be lost in battle, we will be known to whoever finds us, and perhaps, those of kind heart may return us to our family and friends, so that they can honor our passing. But how does one introduce themselves, or ply at the heart strings of others here, now, looking at a sheet of paper, I am next to nothing, and have no way to influence you. So I humbly ask, that should you find this on my body, please, return it to my family.

Return it so that they may honor the boy who has followed in his father’s footsteps, officers training for the military. Return it because I did so, not by grudge or grievance against an enemy, but because I know in my heart there are wrongs in this world, and seek to right them. Return it so that my mother can know for certain that the boy she caught stealing the cookies with Cousin Kendra has learned to be a man. Return it so that my father may find pride in my last stand.

Sincerely,

Jhae Deverin

Dated later
Today, I drew this letter from my pocket and read it for the first time in four years. I lament to see the idealism, and the naiveté of the child I was when I set forth upon this road. The military does not represent the collective will to protect the people, but instead it is the iron fist through which the rule of law is pounded upon the down trodden.

I refused to sign.

They presented the papers, attempted to assuage my doubts with gold or threats, but in the end my heart had left this course.

I could not go home again. My father has General’s stars now; he would not have me in his house. I am but a deserter in his eyes.

I set out with a few chits of gold in my pocket, and signed on as a guard for a caravan run.

Goodbye, Magnimar.

To the reader, please, for my mother, if you find this on my body, please return it to her.

dated yet later
Sandpoint

I arrived here this morning, a little alarmed to discover it has been another four years with this letter in my pocket, unopened in all that time. I have worked caravans, ships, bodyguard and bouncer. I lament nothing, for never have I raised a hand to a good man knowingly.

Along the way, I found a friend in Gurney, flea bitten mongrel he was when I found him on the street, but a properly trained guardian he is now. Dark brown eyes like father. Kendra tells me he is gone now, taken by the ravages of some campaign or another.

Yes, Kendra is here, my very cousin somehow came to be Mayor of this little place. It is good to find a morsel of home on the plate of life…