I returned to the battleground long after the fight had ceased. The grounds had been cleared of dead and wounded. At that was left was whispers and stains upon the ground.

The armies trampled everything in their path. Fields were burnt and blackend by me and my men. There was nothing left. Nothing here of any value. It would be a long time and a lot of work before anything useful can be done with it.

When I returned to the headquarters, I knew what had to be done. Murphy was given explicit written instruction to take over my accounts for the reconstruction and supplies. After all, I did much damage to their lands.

Thinking about the battle, I could not help but wonder why I sought the thickest part of battle. Was it merely instinct or a desire to be shuffled free from this mortal coil?

Either way, the jousts are tonight. I go for one final ride, then surrender myself to judgement. I have done many wrongs these past few weeks. Attacking citizens, vengeful murders and mutilations, the needless destruction of lands. I do not care what my fate is, however. She is gone and there is nothing for me.

Even my son deserve better than I. There is nothing else that I can offer.