Laufrey-Reflection on the Battle at Wrenbridge

    A man, a mysterious man that I hired a few days ago.  Who is he?  He is a man from Firiel.  I hired him as a sell sword.  I do not know why I hired him.  Perhaps it was because I was that traveler wondering around the world alone, or it was because I felt pity for a man who has no companions.  It does not matter.  I hired him.  I bought him a horse so he could ride with us.  All for what?  Where am I now?  Today I buried three Knights of Justice.  I buried three people!  Why?!  Why?!  It all happened when that stranger appeared on the bridge.  He claimed that Leon was a criminal.  The next minutes were fast and ill thought.  I went after the stranger.  Devorak went after Leon, and Leon went after Devorak.  I rode past the stranger to only turn around and see Knights of Justice with arms raised against each other.  Swords were raised against people with whom we were traveling companions,
not more than a few minutes ago.  People, who would have fought valiantly if we were attacked by bandits, now lie under the earth.  These were not just people who were victim to some misunderstanding, but they were people who believed in the same cause I believe in.  They were Knights of Justice!  Who is this stranger?  Who is he that has caused so much trouble?  Is he a
criminal?  
    He claims to be named Leonidas.  He claims to be a just man, but instead he is a rash man.  He is quick to raise sword and slow to think.  I asked him to let fellow Knights and I to bury the dead, but he persisted on helping.  A just man would have let the wish be as such.  He would have left us to deal with the other Knights.  How do we not know that he is a criminal?  In what ways is he wanted?  Why did I sacrifice my way of life for an alleged criminal?  I remember burying dead in a similar way.  It was my father, my mother, and my brother.  They were killed by quick actions of an angry mob.  I pulled them down from stakes.  I held them in my arms, and I placed them into the ground.  I wept.  I ran.  I was shunned from the people I knew.  I was dead to my uncles, my aunts, and my friends.  I was an outcast, until I became a knight.  I rode with them.  I broke bread with them.  Now I bury them.  It does not matter if we agreed on everything.  It mattered that they took me in when I was shunned.  Maybe I wished to do the same with Leonidas.  To show him companionship when he was alone.  I asked him to leave us to bury the dead, but he persisted.  A crow was standing on the corpse of Devorak.  Even though I disagreed with the man, NO CROW SHALL PICK AT HIS DEAD BODY!  When I confronted Leonidas about the situation, he was ready to run.
    Who is he to run after what happened?  Jolan, Mia, and myself can be cast out of the Knights for aiding him.  We could be killed for killing other Knights.  We risked our way of life to hear this man's story, yet he is ready to run.  He was ready to leave those who helped him.  Those people whose lives will never be the same after this day.  I may have acted rashly after it was all over, but the truth is this stranger has to explain himself to me.  He has to tell us the Knights his true story.  If he is truly a criminal then I wish not to be the one who passes the judgment.