"Well... I see no problems with that"
Ciskel dropped to his knees, exhausted.
"But It's not my place to condemn or forgive. Is there even a person alive you could make amends to?"
Ciskel looked around, the field had been plowed, scorched and torn apart. The city wall had taken some serious damage. Most of the other wizards looked pretty out of it.
"Maybe it's time to move on? Maybe going on a killing spree isn't the way to get people to just leave you alone?"