Nay

"Nay," thou sayeth. "I just need one moment." Thou runneth through ye crowd and find ye Bandite Leadere.

It hath been years. He now hath a wif and famileigh. His wife smileth benevolently upon thee. His little boy runneth up to thee leg.

Thou lookest into ye little boy's eyes. "Tell your father I am sorry," thou sayest.

He looketh back with wonder and innocence. "I shall, for all who walk god's Earthe deserve a second chance at life. All who art born in his holeigh image hath grace within them, even if it hath been so corrupted for many years by ye dark lorde. All, and I mean all, may find forgiveness in ye warme light of our lorde. The End." He sayeth.

"Thou hast a bright childe," thou sayeth to ye Olde 'Bandite Leadere', now instead a 'Family Followere'! Soeth to speak. He noddeth with warmth and forgiveness and perhaps a slightening bit of flirtatiousness.

Thou takest thy leave. And return to ye side of ye Great Wizard.