[color=goldenrod]"I didn't leave hell. I found my own little slice of heaven in it."[/color] The old man smiles as he sees the grungy man reach into the carriage, only to pull out a small child, seemingly that of a gnomic origin. Her hair was orange and bright in the obscuring mist, shining against the fire of the burning carriage wheel off to the side. 

[color=goldenrod]"That girl. That girl had gone through so much pain before she could even talk, let alone stand on her feet."[/color] The old man beside you places his hand on your shoulder. [color=goldenrod]"I could've taken her out of this world right there, but as savage as this old bear was, I decided to do something else."[/color] 

The grungy man began rummaging through the wreckage, only to pull out of the rubble and broken boards a small picture frame. You can barely see the words in the mist, but you can tell it was a family. A short dad, likely a gnome. A rather tall mother, likely a human. Then the little girl.

[color=goldenrod]"... some of us aren't in hell for our deeds,"[/color] the old man grumbles. [color=goldenrod]"Some of us are meant to guide others out of it."[/color]