The Journal of Leonidas Maximus Tiberian:
Battle at Wrenbridge Day 2

    Old friend, it has been long since I have raised pen to your sheets, too long, I am afraid.  For it is now only you that I trust in this world.  My horse stands, tied to a nearby tree, and the party that I have
joined is now burying their dead companions, that I have killed.  Yes, my watcher, the way of the sword
has plagued me again, as it has since the dark day that my life was taken from me.
    What makes it more difficult is the man who calls himself a knight, constantly questioning me,
ridiculing me . . . despising me for vanquishing those who would have done likewise to me.  Who is this man? It seems that his past is darker than mine, if such a fate is possible, yet it has made him vengeful and rash like no other.
    In my country, I am a knight.  The Phoenix Legion alone was granted the privilege to protect the Consul and the High Council.  We were sworn to an Oath of Chivalry, a code that commands courteous behavior . . . to everyone, a code that commands charitability to women and the innocent, and most of all, it is a code that teaches respect to ones peers, even when they are your opponents in battle.
    This man, Laufrey, who calls himself knight has shown that he does not live to this standard.  He cursed a lady who caused him no injury . . . he pelted a defenseless bird with stones, but most of all, he treated me in so discourteous a manner as to make me wish that I had never agreed to be a part of his hypocritical little band.
    I will give him a second chance, though I know that it is not required of me to do so.  But, I swear this, if he continues to claim that he is a just man, and a knight, but fails to live up to the code that is
demanded by such a high title . . . should he ever be uncharitable to an innocent lady or a harmless animal, or should he ever question the motives of a pure and just knight against those of a murdering rogue, such as Devorak . . . he will be forced to prove is valor in combat . . . with me.  I will not be treated as though I am beneath him.  Yes, he pays my way, but I am no sellsword.  I am a man of justice, principle and conviction.  I want only to have my story heard before the steel of a bountyhunter, or a backstabber like Devorak, is plunged into my heart.  I seek answers, and yes my friend, though I hate to admit it, and it is counter to my nature, I seek vengeance.  And no man, dwarf or human, knight or otherwise, will stand between me and that bloody fate. 
    I have to ride now, I must finish scouting and return to camp.