Chapter 5
"Do you believe in fate, Lord Randolf?" The man asking the question was of average build with long grey hair tied back in a ponytail. He sported a full grey beard and wore nondescript robes. He sat quietly in the corner of the inn where Randi was to meet with his old friend Karoel.
"What do you mean fate?" Randi asked.
"I mean, do you believe that certain men are fated to do certain things in this life," he replied, "and that they cannot avoid those things even if they try."
Randi accepted two mugs of ale from the serving girl and slid one across the table to his companion, taking a seat in the process.
"I would say a man makes his own fate, Rendil," Lord Halford Randolf was speaking now, as a man of some ambition who loved his King and the Kingdom that was his home. He wou
