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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;{{Microsoft Zone&lt;br /&gt;
 |  Link = http://zone.msn.com/asheronscall/ASHErhiannon.asp&lt;br /&gt;
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 | Title = Leadership Potential&lt;br /&gt;
 |  Text = &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;By Rhiannon&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;I, Rhiannon of the Far Isles, a novice enchantress from faraway shores, came across a delightful happenstance the other day that I would share with my fellow travelers.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;I was but newly arrived in the Aluvian town of Holtburg, and had only journeyed as far as the wandering peddlers that frame the outskirts of this fine town. I had found Holtburg to be a bustling center of activity, with hawkers, mages, and grocers eager to sell me their wares. One thing I had noticed was the large number of veterans offering to help my fellow novices with promises of currency, magic-craft, and equipment.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;At first this warmed my heart greatly to see such charity, but I learned that there was a price when I decided to take one of these men up on his offer.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Well, good sir, your generosity&amp;#039;s most appreciated. A novice enchantress like myself would do well with a set of leather armor!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Aye, well...&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;there is this matter of swearing allegiance to me in return.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh, is there now?&amp;quot; I said in a huff. &amp;quot;Well there&amp;#039;s a rose of a different blush then. I know not how it is with these others, but Rhiannon of the Far Isles chooses her friends carefully, and her liege lord doubly so, and I&amp;#039;ll not sell my loyalties for a single suit of armor!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Did I not mention that I&amp;#039;ve a bit of the temper on me? Aye, and a sharper tongue you&amp;#039;ll unlikely find when my blood is hot. But this matter did not sit well with me. How could I be expected to swear allegiance to a man I barely knew? And yet, without his assistance, my fellow novices and I would be at a disadvantage. Was there no recourse?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;And so I walked the streets of Holtburg, soul-weary and despondent, and came across a Gharu&amp;#039;ndim outlander named Ras standing by the lifestone and giving out small purses of pyreals. At first I dismissed him as yet another feudal lord offering rewards in return for allegiance; in fact, someone else did voice my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Let me guess,&amp;quot; said the wag. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re out looking for vassals, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The outlander&amp;#039;s response surprised me. &amp;quot;No, take this freely and without obligation,&amp;quot; was his reply. &amp;quot;Allegiance is not a decision to be made lightly, and certainly not over a purseful of pyreals.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Oh really?&amp;quot; the wag said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m glad to see you&amp;#039;re not some &amp;#039;recruitment shark.&amp;#039;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Indeed,&amp;quot; continued Ras, &amp;quot;to make a bond of allegiance without truly knowing one another is to do a disservice to both patron and vassal.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;With this, the wag&amp;#039;s tone and demeanor changed from cynicism to admiration. &amp;quot;Well spoken, Ras! Your sage advice and generosity have impressed me greatly.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;In the twinkling of an eye, the novice disappeared, and in his place stood a proud warrior named Mack, bedecked in full armor and wielding an elemental blade of acid.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Hail to you, Ras!&amp;quot; Mack proclaimed. &amp;quot;I was directed to you by some others of this world as a lord worthy of my mettle. Not having met you before, I determined to observe you in secret to test the veracity of these claims. I find you a generous and deserving lord, and I would swear my loyalty to you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The remainder of their exchange was made in private, so I am not privy to all of its details, but in the end they emerged and Ras spoke, &amp;quot;Welcome, Mack, to the ranks of the Silver Citadel. May you make us proud with the greatness of your deeds.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;This incident has restored my faith in the conduct of the veterans of Dereth. For those who might wonder, no, I have not sworn allegiance to any liege lord or lady. I have taken the Lord Ras&amp;#039; advice to heart, and will only do so after much consideration. This day has given me much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Until next we converse, I remain your humble servant,&lt;br /&gt;
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:--Rhiannon of the Far Isles&lt;br /&gt;
:First-Circle Initiate, Enchantress&lt;br /&gt;
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