People call me “Lucky Sam”. I’ve always had good luck, and I am indeed fortunate to have survived so long in Palin’s company. Several of our companions haven’t been so lucky – Rogar, Dwelf, Galadan and Chuck have all fallen in battle.
I should have been able to do more to help my comrades. Since Dwelf fell to a horde of grimlocks, I can’t help feeling that I could have saved him. If only I’d been a bit luckier, a bit quicker, I could probably have taken down several of the grimlocks with a fireball and Dwelf would most likely have survived.
Things cannot continue like this. I can’t watch more of my friends die. There are ways for me to harness my good fortune, to use it to help others in need. I have come to realize that luck and fate are two ends of the same drift, and that a person can directly affect the fate of others. I think that I am beginning to understand the arcane mechanisms governing fortune and fate.
I am resolved that before any more of us are killed, I will learn how to use my magical talents to channel my luck and use it to save lives.
(But first we have to get out of this frozen academy building.)