Kinda late to the party, but here's another excellent piece from the RP [@POOHEAD189] mentioned.

[b]From[/b]: [i]The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention[/i]
[b]Post Written[/b]: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4662569]Collab[/url]
[b]Written By[/b]: [@Hank]
[b]Written Words[/b]:

[quote]“No,” came the immediate response, blunt and decisive -- or so Narzul liked to think. Truth be told, it was petulant, born from the overwhelmingly frustrating idea that if Narzul had simply been surrounded by Redoran warriors instead, his own people who knew their place (and, more importantly, [i]Narzul’s[/i] place), and that if he had a proper suit of armor instead of the low-quality disguise he had stuffed into his chest with disgust, Bleakrock Isle would have been a completely different story. The Armiger’s spear would have glanced off an ebony cuirass and left him unharmed instead of gouging a deep wound into his abdomen. More importantly, nobody would have forced him to be at the vanguard of the party, crossing unstable bridges with mercenaries that looked like they should be dead four times over. He had been a [i]general,[/i] for crying out loud, but Dumhuvud had reduced him to a ‘tin can’ without a second thought. 

He could see from the look on Sadri’s broken face that the older Dunmer knew all that and was guiding him towards the obvious truth; he was [i]not[/i] surrounded by his Redoran allies. Narzul was going to have to learn to make due with what he got and to accept his current place in life. Ashav had made it perfectly clear when Narzul went to properly sign up with the Company that he was just another soldier now, a member of the infantry, and no more. But Narzul’s innate reluctance to accept this was exacerbated by Sadri’s inflammatory tone and extremely disrespectful sarcasm. At the same time, Narzul realised that the only reason he was even listening to Sadri was because the latter wasn’t sugarcoating his words. Niernen had already told him the same things, but he didn’t listen to her. And so it dawned on Narzul why Sadri was so successful at prying open Narzul’s facade; his candidness. Nobody he cared about had dared to be so blunt with him since his time at the garrison as an ordinary guardsman, twenty years ago.  

“Perhaps,” Narzul said eventually. His body language softened as he laid the ebony sword across his lap and he glanced away, avoiding Sadri’s face -- he did not need to see the look of triumph that would undoubtedly flit across it. “There’s an old saying that goes as follows: ‘One must row with the oars he has.’ I suppose it’s true,” he added and stared out over the sea.[/quote]

Context: Narzul is a former general searching for his lost sister, Niernen. He finds his sister in a mercenary company and joins as a mercenary himself to protect her. Narzul's conversation above with Sadri (played by [@Peik]), a callous adventurer, shows him questioning his superiority.

This is one of the my favorite passages from the RP. We talk about character growth and transformation a lot, and [@Hank] (with the help of [@Peik]) just pulled it off perfectly there, subtle yet impactful.