I would like to confirm the tale spun by the one known as dark karma.
I was but a simple and determined brigand back in that day. I did things I was ashamed of back then. I have flitted from many a fighting company doing as I was told. On that night it was my 2nd who shot the first recruit of the Rhodok group. I was paid quite handsomely to betray my fellow bandit that night. I was to be made a seargent in the swadian army under the king Harlaus himself. I had very little choice as my upbringing was poor and my group of brigands were caught I had only that choice. Once I had thoroughly proven myself to the king, I would spend many a day in the Kings finest gothic armor until I met a Rhodok man who was so righteous... "Gristle" He was my inspiration to leave I am now a Well off seasoned veteran of The war mongering Bridge Burners. We are the first in and the last out. I have seen all horrors man can bring and I hope one day you too can forgive me Dark Karma.
P.S. Kerin Grahm wishes you well.
P.P.S I still can't believe you shot me in the dark like that. Took all my will power not to yelp and scream as I tore that bolt from my thigh. They just don't make crossbows like they used to though.