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Submitted: 1 June 1999 An Empath's Viewpoint by Virdinel Zephyrtouch (Crossing, Zoluren: 398 Nissa 357)"Ah, Baresh", sighs a pained man draped in a Hulnik Linen cloak, "Hodierna be blessed, I have arrived here at the end of the day without tasting of death. A rare occurrence for me, these days." Baresh nods. As the man reaches out for the drink before him, Baresh shudders at the host of lesions and contusions evident on every part of the man's exposed flesh, and wonders if death might'nt have been the blessing after all. The man looks down at his drink, and up again at the barkeep. "I'm not sure we've been formally introduced, good sir. I am Virdinel Zephyrtouch. I have heard of some who have taken issue with the nature of the service being provided in the Crossing Empath's guild. Not all the wounds in the realms could pain me more than this disheartening report." The man coughs softly, obviously unable to draw the breath necessary to completely clear his congested lungs, and continues. "Today I saw a youngster die at my feet. Curse my inadequacy, I could not link my heart to his in time. My concentration was spent on another whose wounds would have taken his life, and mine, had I not focused completely on healing the both of us simultaneously. But the guild was alive with chatter, as always, and more than that. The juggling, the musicians, the spellweavers, all practicing their craft as the meager handful of healers attempted to sort the wounded from the onlookers." Though his tone is soft, Baresh clearly hears the dismay buried in the man's message. Quickly downing the last of his drink, the man stands up to leave. "Oh well, my friend, it is the path I have chosen, and the one I love. Off I go to visit with Annael, to see if I have pleased her enough to receive her blessing with another circle in my guild. I am very hopeful that my unworthy efforts will please her, as there is a particular magical art she will teach me which will allow me to render better service to the infirm. I certainly hope the elders in my guild, and in others, for that matter, will not see that as vanity on my part, but rather a desire to improve my service to the Blessed Hodierna." The man reaches into his pocket, flips a gem to Baresh, winks, and slowly shuffles out of the tavern.
Baresh will listen to your well-presented viewpoint on this, too.
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