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Chapter 8

Gods of the Light,

I pen to you today to ask for mercy as I explain the events that have
troubled me greatly and caused much anguish to my soul. I have prided myself
to be one who will take the fight to the dark ones, and on this day I did
that within the walls of Galadon. I made sure to get permission from the
Justician as my foes were the Commander of the BattleRagers and the
Nightreaver of the Thar-Eris. The justician had me join them, prepared me
for battle, and made me a deputy of Galadon. What happened nex was completely
unexpected. The Justician rushed with me to their inner guardian, and in
my extreme haste and amplified battle prowess I cut down their execution and
found the scales in my hand in a flash. The Justician says they did not
know I followed, but I do not see how that's possible. I rushed out of the
Spire, and in an instant a good guard leaped on me and was instantly dead,
again, do to my battle prowess and enhanced strengths. The warrant was removed
the confusion was still upon me, and the scales would later crumble.

I have never been so sorrowful and sorry that the events of the day happened
as I described and I almost cannot believe it. I gathered the belongings of
the fallen guard and gave them to the head guard with coin to make sure no
expense spared for burial and to let the family know I would help them in any
way I can.

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*The date on the note is many years old and the parchment is very worn*