The weight of fate

He paused eating for a brief second when she asked her question.
She would go down fighting and screaming down this path, he knew. Somehow ever since coming across her again he knew in his heart of hearts that Alexis Greyriver was now part of this tale, for better or for worse. And that she would be there at the end. At the end of his quest or his life.

Ever since she and her funny looking companion had killed the Naylmo in the Mausoleum he had that nagging feeling she would be integral to the success of Fosia's quest. A quest to bring back Fire worship to the mountains. To deliver the Hammer to its rightful owner.

"Fate is not kind. Like a great river it flows mighty along its path." He said slowly. "You can throw a rock at it and create waves and ripples but it will always go back to its course." He said looking into the fire.

"You did not chose to became the Slayer of Slivikhi. Still that is who you became. And like it or not there is a role for you to play in the finding of the Hammer's shaft. One that you might not be able to avoid." He said almost as if in warning but his tone let her know it was not a fate he envied.

Tar knew too well what it was to be tied, connected to the will of the Gods. It was never easy. He placed his bowl on the floor and sat back looking at Alexis Greyriver.