“Why is it that a few of you cant let the past go? Did you not also harm some of your compatriots in the past?”
Turtle has been dragging bodies into a corner, dropping anything she finds into a pile. She listens as she works, waiting for the others to finish. “We were not looking for riches Pertinax, but rather hoping to prevent reinforcements from surrounding us. Too often we have fallen into the Enemy’s ambushes, blundering about. It would have been foolish to not at least try and avoid the next trap.”
She piles another stripped body on. “When I was young, my father brought my sisters and I along on a caravan run going to the Deep. Long story short, on the way back, there was a large orc raiding party that was closing in on our group. To save everyone, my father made us all shoot the horses of the last wagon.” She tosses a weapon into the pile. “We sacrificed one for the whole caravan.” She pauses, catching her breath. “It is either foolishness, or, worse, naive idealism that says all lives are worth the same. We are in a war with the Enemy, and they choose to move their pieces to best effect. We must do the same.” She throws another captured weapon, it landing with a clang. “Unless you truly believe in the principle which holds that the Hommlett trader’s life is worth trading one of ours for. I don’t see him or any other innocents down here, battling against the darkness.” She grabs another set of lifeless arms, and begins to pull. “If you try to save everyone, you’ll end up saving no one. Be assured, the other side has no such qualms.” The dragging noise resumes.
“I feel like risking someone else’s life in our particular situation, for the sake of our safety, is the easy way out for us. We may philosophize that our lives are more important because we aim to save the whole of Hommlet but that is a tricky moral position to take.”
try to save everyo! ne, you’ll end up saving no one. Be assured, the other side has no such qualms.” The dragging noise resumes.
“You are just finding a nice philosophically defensible position, and I respect that. I feel differently though. Had it been the trader in there I still would have attempted to stop the ceremony. You also gloss over a big element of your story. It was an obvious losing proposition that your father faced and wisely he chose to sacrifice something so that the rest may live. We were in no such obvious situation, particularly as we have fought fairly well against the forces of this temple. Besides, facing danger is essentially what we do. We may try to control the amount of danger and indeed it would be smart to not act rashly and foolishly, but under the circumstances we faced I felt we delayed unnecesarily. We are not some merchants or children on a caravan. We are a group of warriors who invade this unholy structure with the express purpose of stopping the evil deeds that occur here.”
Furnock looks over at Turtle with a curious expression and then grins “weel then you won’t mind when its YOU who is that last wagon you spoke of… Me, I’ve been the last wagon… I ain’t a been a good man… but when me luck a’ran out in Hommelet this ‘ere caravan could use one last wagon?”
“Florant what are you talking about to the half elf about? Back up lad, that one has a burning rage against… against… well… everyone methinks. But he is a VERY diplomatic angry, that why you aren’t dead already”