Abasdarhon's Castle

- Unfortunately, this is a painful reality – people who have lost their usual way of life during and after the war... resorting to looting and robbery. They usually don't live long – they get stabbed in the gut by other, more successful bandits, or by armies. I hope they use their second... or rather, third chance more wisely, because they certainly have the potential for it, - shared his hope the second fighter with the first.

—I would like to believe that. —Felian nodded.
However, in his heart, there was still room for doubt. How can one determine if someone deserves a second chance? And is it the goblins' fault that, having likely been born into chains under the rule of the Lafirs, they simply didn't know any other way to ensure their survival? Is a child raised in a family of hereditary bandits to blame for becoming a criminal and a murderer himself? And even if they are not to blame, does this absolve them of legitimate punishment? And as for legality and moral norms, why do different places attach completely different meanings to these concepts, if living beings are essentially the same everywhere?
Lost in these thoughts, the fairy didn't immediately notice that they, heavily laden with weapons and half-eaten goblin provisions, had finally reached the farm. After allowing his senior comrade to detail the events of their night raid, he wondered with curiosity whether Bridget would worry about his sudden disappearance.