Snippet #2538765

"Not good with people? Heh. Something we have in common then." He stated with a dry hint of sympathy. He pondered on the situation but the woman, or at least Verreth as she was called. Her questions both intrigued yet made him irritable at the same time. He then felt a slight headache but ignored it. "I was punished for my reaction to the event in Hand. I maimed a comrade in arms technically. He too was punished, but I fear on what he is doing now."

He smirks and turns to her. "Before I was a Knight of the Order, I was a farmer's son." He sighed as he stood up walked towards his Sack that contained his armor when he heard the sound of hoofbeats. Some of the bandits had returned, but they seemed to have brought their boss, who looked quite intimidating. "Fudge. Trouble has followed me yet again. Oh Healer, in case I fall making sure those ruffians don't harm this village, I am Damian Grey. Grey means Orphan where I come from."

Damian slowly walked out to confront the Bandits as he sighed. "If you want revenge you should've done it outside the village in broad daylight. It would've saved you further humiliation."

"We are going to kill you and burn the offenders of not giving us our pay to the ground! Where's this Grey Armored individual you spoke of?!" The bandit leader shouted on challenge.

"Right here. I am The Grey Knight of the Hand of Justice for the Knights of the Order. And you have just made a fatal mistake." Damian said with something burning in his heart as he pulled out his sheathed and bound sword. "Don't look like a farmer huh?with all the Order's Initiation rites I probably no longer look like any of the people on this village. But I will protect them then leave. Even if it means breaking my personal vows."

He pulled the Bindings off his blade and drew it. "Let's go."