[ WP ] A low-born sellsword hired to guard a merchant during the Choosing Ceremony is shocked when the Oracle 's finger is pointed towards him

Roland held tight to his grandfather's shield as the crowd looked at him with bewilderment. He knew they were examining the damaged shield in his hand, he was praying they would not realize it was cracked from his battle with an unruly mule. 
 
 `` Our champion has been chosen.'' the Oracle exclaimed as she lowered her finger. There was no applause, just stunned silence. Roland removed his hatchet from his belt and stepped forward with shield and axe in hand. 
 
 An old man was first to break the silence shouting `` He could n't even split a log with that thing!'' The crowd began to clamor similar remarks. Roland however smirked at the old man's remark, for splitting logs was the only thing he knew he could do. He thought back to happier days when he would split logs with this very axe to fuel the furnace of his father's shop. 
 
 As Roland stepped closer to the Oracle, she raised her hand to silence the crowd. The crowd's japes soon ended to allow for the Oracle to question the patchwork sellsword. `` Stranger'' the decrepit Oracle stated `` what brings you to our city during these troubled times?'' Roland responded `` I was hired to help protect a merchant caravan on its way here.'' `` So I can assume you know how to use your equipment.'' she asked. `` Better than most, worse than the rest.'' he lied. `` Good, then you wo n't have a problem taking on this mission. You will confront the evil that is spilling out of the cave to the north.'' Roland nearly panicked at the idea but remembered that the Oracle most likely foresaw his victory and took delight in knowing his problems would be gone by weeks end. He eagerly accepted the quest. 
 
 The Oracle walked Roland to the cave. His mind started to create the scenarios that would occur from his reward from this quick expedition into the cave. The sellsword's mind raced with riches, women, and fame. He began to think about think of the his great deeds that this old witch must have seen him complete for her to choose him. He was convinced that she must of seen that he was the fastest wood splitter in his village or the time he was victorious against the two older boys who were trying to steal his loaf of bread. 
 
 Roland's ego was swelling exponentially by the time they reached the cave. He needed to ask her why he was chosen. `` Which great deed of mine made you be choose for this heroic quest was it my skill with this axe or was it that I have never lost a fight?'' The Oracle looked at him laughed and simply stated `` It was because you would n't be missed.'' The Oracle vanished from his sight as Roland starred into the darkness of the cave.
