Crom continued walking with the group. Griff added in his opinion on the matter. Crom couldn't really disagree with his position. In such times, violence often was the only answer if one wanted to stay alive. Johnathon seemed uneasy about the conversation, confirming Crom's suspicion that he wasn't much for fighting. He seemed hopeful they'd make it through their journey without getting into a fight. "I certainly hope so, it'd be a damn shame to have to spill blood out here and mar the scenery." He looked around at the trees again. Tranquility. It was something he'd missed for most of his life. Adrian began to talk about his older brother. Crom listened closely to the boys story, guessing the ending as soon as the boy mentioned the bandits. Cutthroats weren't the type for civility. He frowned when he was right. It was something he'd seen all too often in the world; good people killed for doing the right thing. The boy finished his story, visibly bothered by recounting it. The warrior strode on a few feet before looking towards the boy. "Your brother sounds like he was a good man, lad. As for what your father said... he wasn't wrong. But you have to know when to spare a life as well. Killing is easy, but get lost in it and you'll destroy what makes you human. You have to know when to show mercy." The soldier continued walking. Despite his fall from grace, he still carried the honor of a knight within him.