Regrets

Salak sat quietly on a rock in the vale; he was exhausted, annoyed and bored. There had been little to do in the empire lately he felt a now common depression coming over him
How long have I been a recruit for? He asked himself then shaking his head he smirked slightly, oh how his slow advancement weighed heavily on his mind, slowly he thought about all that had changed since he first joined the empire and a feeling of anger washed over him
“He was the apprentice of the emperor…not that the emperor would remember”
Salak hissed at the memory, that fool Chak…but he was right…Tziak would barely remember him…how had it come to this? He was once the apprentice of the emperor now he was nothing, standing up he angrily kicked a stone.
I wonder…is there anyway to ask the emperor for the apprenticeship again Salak mused to himself then sighed as he decided that it was unlikely
Salak you idiot you are a failed priest, a failed apprentice and a failed troll of the empire. The thought hit Salak harder then he would off expected it to.

Standing up Salak strode off muttering to himself about finding herbs to give him a strong, deep…and dreamless, sleep.