My purpose

I was packed, camp cleaned up and ready to move. I went to the pony to speak to Cesistya asking her to tell Gwaed I won't return and to not worry herself of me anymore. Cesistya, the wise Elf offered her guidance. I told her my life was shortened but she reminded me, all men die..it is our nature. She was right when she said the pain would be great on Gwaed. I don't want that, so I will deal with the pain. My eye still is bloodshot and burns. The voices still scream at me in the night but I can endure. As long as Gwaed is happy and safe then I am content.     I went to the trial for Aallan. He still smiled to the people, that gave me some relief, I saw the sorrow of his friends however and I don't blame them. They would do anything for him, not for any reason but friendship and love. It's something that brings me joy to see, seeing all them in the pony sharing laughter and happiness. It will return I believe but sadly, Aallan won't partake. Though I know he would love to see their joy himself. Tonight, I saw this girl crying and speaking to Cesistya about what I could hear bits of but sounded like a murder. I realize now my purpose at that moment as I went to ask Cesistya of she need help. She requested I watch for any suspicious people and keep an eye on the over friendly child. Awful things happen to good people and sometimes even with the watches new found strength, they can't combat everything while trying to stay in the bounds of the law. For myself however, whether I go to jail or not doesn't bother me so much. I know my place, to deal with the darkness so the good people can stay in the light untainted, part of my vows when I became a knight back home, I promised to protect the weak and I will do so. On another note, I was thinking of Allan's crimes and I can't help but feel a bit guilty. I don't regret my part in the rapists murder from that night or any other criminals life I've taken, I am saddened Aallan took the fall for it. He is a smart man, one to be admired so I believe he will find a way to aid people again, until they sicken of him and then he moves to find more people to help. Thus is the path of a wandering silent guardian, to work in secret to help the good until it comes to light, then you move to the next who are in need. It is rewarding, not by coin or praise but by the joy of seeing others in peace.