Quoted from Game Master
Clare brings Elric a large bucket of water to [quench] his thirst, as the dust and heat was taking a toll on his body.

Elric takes several gulps of water and splashes his face.

Brother Darme, to Clare
Thank you for the water.

He throws some water over his head and shakes it off vigorously. Despite the hard labor, he’s showing no sign of slowing down or stopping. He seems full of energy.

((I’m going to periodically use my prepared spells, like bull’s strength and/or bear’s endurance, in order to avoid exerting myself as best I can.))

Brother Darme, to Riful
It is never easy to take a life. When you take a life, you give something up, whether you realize it at the time or not. Those orcs that Bravack killed committed crimes against nature, by disrupting the balance. I can’t rightly say they deserved their fate, and I’m not happy with the role I played in their demise. Had I reached them first, I would have sought to parlay with them, to try to help them see reason before resorting to the sword.

Elric shakes his head sadly again. Drops of water fall from his head.

Brother Darme, continued
My faith guides me and fortifies me for the journey I have chosen to make. I find wisdom in places that many people cannot, or choose not to look.

It was I who brought Bravack with me when I sought out the bandits. Bandits are desperate men, and I had little hope to convince them to give up their ways, but I made the decision to attempt it anyway. Once more, Bravack slipped away from me, and he managed to infiltrate the bandit’s hideout. I fought my way in after him, and attempted to parley with the leader.

Unfortunately, he was unwilling to speak with me, and I was left with the choice to defend myself or perish. Though Bravack killed most of the bandits single-handedly, I slew the bandit leader myself.

I knew that Bravack’s bloodlust was building. He was enjoying the killing.

A grim smile crosses Elric’s lips, and he looks ahead with determination.

Brother Darme, continued
It occurred to me how I might keep the villagers safe from Bravack and steer him in the right direction at the same time. Bravack enjoyed slaying the bandits, and he appreciated the gold and valuables they hoarded, which he claimed for himself.

I knew there was no way to convince Bravack to relinquish his treasure, but I persuaded him to seek bandits haunting the trade route, in lieu of terrorizing the village. Bandits would surely provide the best stone upon which he might sharpen his claws, while at the same time, the grateful villagers would be useful in providing him with food, and serve as a source to draw in more bandits for him to slay.

Upon returning to the village, I convinced the villagers to do what they could to appease Bravack, and to send word to him whenever they were threatened by bandits. In the end, they saw that I had somehow made the dragon into a guardian of their village. I pray that Bravack remembers our bargain, for if I learn that he has made victims of the village people, I will destroy him.

Was it cowardice that stayed my hand? Was it my responsibility to slay Bravack? Did I fail in my mission, in permitting an evil creature to live? How will I be judged?

Elric returns to his work.