The wheel was easy enough to replace on the wagon, a final grunt of exertion was enough to tighten on the final bolt, and with the turning of the mechanism the wagon was lowered onto the ground. Waving goodbye to the members of his flock as they left the market ground his mind looked back to the weekend and to how closely he came to falling into his favorite vice, Wrath.

The assassin said “I feel very conflicted about this” before his hammer smashed into Godfrey’s leg, the old man Agnar of Shadowhall would have cut his head off and hung it from a tree as a warning, Godfrey will knock the weapon away and run. The raiders mocked the Lord and the Prophet, Agnar would have joined in with the jeers, Godfrey will block the blows ment for his flock with his staff and needs be his very body.

“Let me guide you back to violence” said the masked man. he said that after seeing Godfrey sparing with his flock, that was a mistake, Godfrey isn’t wrathful, Agnar was, and Agnar died a long long time ago.

“FEAR” snared the raider to his flock, Agnar would have found that to be an insult and challenged the man to a duel and feasted on his heart and tongue, Godfrey found the fearful and reminded them of how God stand with them and how the lion still roars to remove the fear.

Agnar is dead, but as everyone knows the ghost of the dead can come back. So Godfrey goes to the church that he mans in the middle of the slum and does what he can to make sure Agnar and his ghost stay buried.