The knight's magical eyes shifted for a second and Keystone swore he could see a magical eyebrow arc. He looked around the square and faced the monk again.
"Your green friend insisted that I was evil and must be vanquished. I want to...ehm...live, so it was either me or him. I suspect she got to him much more than she did to you. Sadly, the orcish knight will never see the light of day again. You look like someone who would understand the 'kill or be killed' choice we often have to make," the undead rasped. "I do not enjoy killing, as little choice as I'm often left."

The animated armour took a few steps back and sat down on the basin.
"I don't know what horses or supplies you had. If they are in this dustbin, you can find them. I am no thief, nor in the habit of killing livestock for fun," he continued. "That would be the second question. One more, and you leave."