I have no idea what I'm bringing to this group I have found myself in. The elf seems to have become a leader of sorts. The human brings his stealth and tricks. The new dwarf is obviously a con man. Then there is me. A little angry one.
I feel like I don't belong here at all, I mean my magic is something I don't want to use. I have no control over it. It is not even nice magic. It is magic that can and indeed will kill. I have this feeling at some point I'll need to embrace the rage and let it out.