There is no law here...

Taking the prostitute's advice, you look for the magistrate. The town is small, only taking you a couple of minutes to walk from one side to the other. It's still more walking than you'd prefer right now, still being malnourished, exhausted, and exposed, but having a goal and a destination helps your resolve and your resiliency. Your eyes struggle as you adjust from the assaulting brightness of the dark space inside, with only one or two windows. When your eyes adjust, your blood boils more than the heat outside, and you feel even more rage than you did at the man you had just stopped from assaulting whores.

A familiar face sat behind the desk of the magistrates office. A haggered, loathsome face, belong to a man named Robert Hood. He was a member of your order once, though it could not be said he was a true believer. It was your estimation that you he believed in nothing beyond helping himself, and it was your responsibility to have him excommunicated and banished from the field. That he now lives when so many better men and women lie died in a desolate field is infuriating. Robert recognizes you immediately as well, and greets you with a macabre smile, as he reaches his hands behind his head.

"Well well well. I didn't think I'd ever see you again. Not that I'm excited for it. You probably don't remember me, do you Michael?"

"Oh, of course I do. You were brought to us under great promise, and almost immediately tried breaking every rule that we had, and using your families wealth and prestige to try and make the transgressions go away. I've had the misfortune of having to send people away before, but never had I done it so quickly."

"That's how politics and the law works in the real world" He said, defiant, arrogant, and unrepentant as always "I wanted to rid the world of demons and other beings of evil, same as the rest of you, but because I wanted to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, you had me excommunicated."

"You blackmailed a cadet into sex, and tried to bribe us into looking the other way. This is now the behavior we strive to be. We are supposed to be better than the common riff raff."

"Well, best of luck to you on that, old friend." He replied with a laugh "Cause you're looking rather riff raffy yourself. What happened, you get robbed or something? I thought you were more capable than that."

"I'm afraid it's worse than that. We had thought we had a chance to end the war once and for all. We were deceived, and we were decimated."

His cruel grin vanished for the briefest moment, recognizing what that all meant "So, what you're saying is that you're"

"The only survivor? So far as I know, yes. I suspect my twin sisters are being held captive."

"Wow. Don't get me wrong, I do wish you had come out on top. But still, I guess I owe you." His cruelty returns, along with his grim smile "If you hadn't banished me, I'd be among the dead too. I guess being a wretch has its advantages" His smile moved into a laugh, pushing you to your last nerve. You see his sword hung on the wall behind him. You know how easy it would be to take it and end his pathetic life, to exact some form of retribution and vengeance. Amongst cacophany of rage, a small voice of clarity whispers in your ear. Though he is a monster, none of what happened is his fault.