My own people, in a village high in the mountains of Adar, believe the Path of Light will not be achieved with violence. Dedicated to prayer and simplicity, they isolate themselves from the world. The world, they seem to think, will be saved by dance and contemplation.
Maybe such a life would not be so bad.
When we confronted Lucan in the small village I was unprepared for his brutality. I leapt through the window of the bar to help Alden fight Lucan’s sister. She wantonly burned down the place with a misplaced fireball. Still, I was prepared to subdue her using the least force necessary.
Then Lucan viciously murdered his own sister.
I prepare myself every day, body and spirit, for the violence necessary to improve the world. But this, I was not prepared for this. It shocks my sensibilities, burdens my spirit, shatters my motivation.
So I have retreated within myself once again. I felt my emotions roiling beneath the surface and knew I could not make good choices. I travel with them, yes, but I am turned so deeply within that the external world is but a shadow. I grow in wisdom, waiting for the time to responsibly rejoin my companions. Until then, I am haunted.