Blacktail Deer Plateau You think your problems are the only ones that matter

Options. There were many options. But of them, there was only one that pricked at his interest.

Mage. Work of a healer, storyteller, and knowledge of the spirits. Intriguing, at best. Tempting, almost. As of days past, the deathbringer himself had become the student of a mage. Spiritualism was not something Sanguinex had once set his mind upon, but somehow the woman had talked him into learning. Perhaps it had been the mentions of death and war, but he couldn't be for certain until more was later learned. That was the whole purpose of taking her as a tutor, right?

Reconniter. Hunters, scouts, diplomats, masters of stealth. As a beast; one of gargantuan mass, stealth was not a talent he would likely ever obtain. Strategy was not something he entirely looked past, but it was not a sole trade he would seek to reach for.

And finally, dagger. Now, this was the one that immediately stole the attention of his ears. The way of the combatant, executioner, and guardian of the place he now called home. Talent in these things was something he had worked for during the few years he had since lived his life. Who would he be if not one to thoughtlessly jump at an opportunity where he could hone and show of his skills?

Dagger. He decided, choosing his path aloud without taking pause for much consideration. There was nothing to consider. Your assumptions were very much so correct, yes.

But even though there was this path, certainly there had to be others as well.

But what comes next? After dagger, what could I find in my next chapter? There were always more possibilities. Why not learn of them now? Ingram knew plainly of his ambitions, and Sanguinex would be sure he did not dismiss it. He would always reach for more, until his loyalties no longer allowed it.