Kayle dropped to a knee and rested a reassuring hand on Desmond's shoulder. Â "We've no need of an apology, Desmond Aryll. Â Were it not for your strategy and courage, Twelve knows what further havoc these men would've caused the realm. Â Here we are, bent and battered, and still we breathe." Â He motioned to the rest of the group. Â "We all knew the danger in coming here, and it is no burden for one man's shoulders. Â What pain or victory we've seen here we've seen together. Â Look. Â Look and see what the few can accomplish."
Kayle stood and gazed again at the encampment. Â A silence fell over the small band as they surveyed the ground around them. Â A dozen or more lay dead in the cold desert night. Â "These men... these... fiends, were cowards. Â Preying on the weak for personal gain, and to what end? Â They fought hard, aye, but there is no honor amongst their ilk. Â Today we delivered justice, and true justice knows no remorse. I'm just glad you're alright."
Kayle stood and gazed again at the encampment. Â A silence fell over the small band as they surveyed the ground around them. Â A dozen or more lay dead in the cold desert night. Â "These men... these... fiends, were cowards. Â Preying on the weak for personal gain, and to what end? Â They fought hard, aye, but there is no honor amongst their ilk. Â Today we delivered justice, and true justice knows no remorse. I'm just glad you're alright."
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