"So there I was, trapped in the tomb surrounded by villains when I heard a wailing from the town crier. 'Twas the clear words that Milltown was under attack, so naturally I rushed there as quick as I could. However, when I stepped out of the gates I was shocked and afraid, every bit of courage had just drained from me the moment I set my ruby eyes on this monster. 'Twas The Demon Lord Balthazar and a centurion, out for the kill. I should have stood and fought him, but I went against everything I said I would do. I thought that I would be more help alive, taking care of the demons. I still think this was a mistake... Balthazar saw myself retreat, which gave him the idea that Valorn was full of cowardice. This saddened me... once I thought about it after the battle, so I tracked him down but could not find him. Should I have fought him? The question still plagues me!" Eldrin slowly finished his speech, a group of young initiates were surrounding him, listening in on his tale.
"However I like to believe I fought well, which is the only thing I have to hold on to! My rapier stabbed and fought against Balthazar's demon soldiers. I think I killed at least ten before the raid was over, though I would have liked to kill more. The swift movements of my rapier are the last thing many of those demons witnessed before their cruel lives were cut short.... but I still wonder if I had done the right thing. I do doubt that I did..."
Eldrin sighed as he thought about this moment. It had happened not long ago, but the hatred towards Balthazar grew every time he thought about it. One day you will have you chance is what the Death Lord had told him. However, Eldrin wanted his chance sooner. He fled, something he would always regret. The dull simplicity of it all ached his spirit, he ran when he should have fought.
