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Cambiel was no stranger to war. He had seen it countless times on his missions to snuff out the Demon Lord’s influence. Whether it was against a raid against a coven of Sabbath witches or a full-scale siege against an Orc slaving party, he had fought, and killed, for his God and he would fight and kill for her many times more if he had a choice in the matter. But he had never seen war from the perspective he was seeing it now.

Innocents had never been involved in his previous battles. Those he fought against, and those he fought alongside, had always got involved by their own volition, knowing full well the consequences of their involvement. Here? Innocents were all he could see. Little boys. Old women. Peasants desperately fending off raiders with farming tools, not hoping to kill their enemies, but to buy enough time for their families to escape. It made him feel sick to his very soul. What did the Varjans hope to achieve from this but a mountain of corpses?

That sickness turned to fury as they encountered the group he knew had to be leading the chaos.  Cambiel cursed his fortunes. If he was on his own, perhaps he could invoke the name of the Chief God. Instead, he had to make sure Skarsneek didn’t catch on to the ruse. 

[colour=gold]“Be afraid, recusant. I have not come in peace, but with a sword; not to parley, but to punish. What evil drives a Man to kill other Men?”[/colour] Cambiel’s voice was unlike Skarsneek had heard it before. He did not whisper. He did not stammer. He spoke loudly and clearly and with the practised authority of someone who had been in this exact situation a thousand times before. Was this really the same shy, frightened, meek little angel he had been on the journey over?

[colour=gold]“Kneel. Beg for her forgiveness, and I will make your punishment quick.”[/colour]
He was not expecting them to obey. Heretics never did. The Chief God herself could descend from the heavens to tell them they were wrong, and they would still delude themselves into thinking they were right. Regardless, he wanted to give them a chance to repent before they died. His hands were already nocking an arrow, and if any of them made a move for him or Skarsneek, he would put it right between their eyes.