But it was not to be.
I’m unable to fully piece together what happened, but it would appear not everybody had simply ignored my wounds. I understand not what dark bargains that creature has struck, but whatever power this Bast possesses, it was enough to pull me back from oblivion and into the living world once more. Even more curiously, I awoke stronger, smarter, somehow … superior … than before. I cannot yet comprehend this situation, and do not know for what purpose I live, so will instead tackle the scenario with simplicity – whatever happened, Bast saved my life, and as such it is now his until such a time as the debt may be repaid. I have little left in this world, but I do still possess the honor of Captain Malleus Exile, and not even death itself will rob me of it.
So it is that I find myself now anchored to this curious group of fellows. A half-orc thief, with questionable methods and even more questionable priorities. Natsu, the dragon descendant with whom I have had many fascinating discussions. Bast, the Tiefling, my savior, a strange thing with secrets I would possess … but am pledged to for now. And … her.
Just as I owe Bast a debt, I owe this Astrid too. I have always been a believer in paying for the things we take, in reaping the things we sow. I won’t forget where the scales lie.
Even so, it would appear she is a source of great knowledge, as Harkene the mage was back in my military years. I learned so much from that old bastard, about how the arcane arts can be put to such wonderfully effective use on the battlefield. And now, with my newfound strength, I may finally be on the path to obtaining that power for myself. Perhaps I can even overlook the elf’s debt if she proves useful in this endeavor. Perhaps.
For now, we find ourselves rested and prepared for several tasks at hand. Most appetizingly, there is word of immoral, unethical, and unjust men that must be treated with in this very town. How awful for everyone that criminals are allowed to run rampant in the streets. How cruel is this world that the common folk must find themselves under the heels of brutes and savages. How sad that bad people do bad things, and the good suffer in their name.
How delightful that such villains so oft find themselves outside the jurisdiction of good men … and well within the confines of mine own.