Daolyth's Diary - 1112 September - Day 3

I've reached the second ruin marked on my map and have found it much in the same condition as the first, although perhaps less scavenged for materials than the other. I suspect the proximity to the wound might deter peasant folk from coming too near.

My success with lighting fires continues unabated and, tonight, I have fashioned myself something that could pass for soup. At least, it is mostly liquid and there is edible matter floating in it. Carrots and such. Including expertly prepared rabbit. 

I had no idea that surgical skills could be applied on such a wide basis.

Shortly after passing the great bridge , which joins the north to the main island, I encountered two peasants (a farmer and his near grown son) in a predicament. I observed from cover that they were being threatened by two men armed with clubs. A simple act of brigandry. The peasants had food (harvested crops most likely) and the brigands wanted it. An understandable notion with winter approaching.

I was not initially minded to interfere, lest my whereabouts become more widely known. But, then it occurred to me, what purpose do I serve as a protector who does not protect? The Lions would have the Order care for Amnor and Mithras would have us fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. What is it I am hiding from here?

What would Hengist do?

I emerged from cover, sword drawn, mask in place. The matter was swiftly resolved without blood being shed.

Although I did not ask for it, the Farmer and his son did give me a rabbit to eat.

Well 'gave' is perhaps overstating it somewhat, but I presume it was their intent that I have it as they hurled it in my direction as they ran away. Thankfully they didn't take the same route as the brigands.