It had been a long day for the Acolyte's of Thereses, having been called upon to deal with a gang of bandits that threatened a regional trade route. These men were known to be less-than-subtle in their ways; they attacked any merchant that crossed a certain section of the road, which meant finding at least one wasn't going to be much of a task. What had been difficult was facing the numerus opponents that had jumped them… Luckily enough, they had many skilled soldiers with them to assure their victory without any fallen comrades, only injured. Most stayed for the next step of this task while a set of three was sent back to report about their findings.
Trotting along on his horse, Nyves had been quiet from the time they had left the others. He showed concern of the gravest kind, seemingly lost in the thoughts of what he had seen; the slaughter and merciless suffering some of these bandits had received. It wasn't what they were trained to do. They had been ordered to find them and dispose of them as they saw fit. Nyves didn't see this as a 'fit', but as brutal and meaningless. Many times had he doubted the judgement of his comrades who seemed hell-bent on bring harsh retribution instead of fair justice. Was it only around his region that it was like so? It was something he wanted to know for himself.
"Nyves, you daydreaming again?" Asked one of the two acolytes who had been sent with him for the report. Nyves lifted his head and turned his head to the left. Eyes narrowed upon the man, being one of the men who had taken lives without care for their suffering. "No. Simply thinking of what happened back there." He held his stare down onto this man who upon recognizing this look, chuckled and flipped Nyves off. "We did what we were asked. Do you regret your actions?" He asked with this shit eating grin meant to annoy the Acolyte. Nyve's hand tightened around the reins, lips parting and his teeth grinding together. "I regret participating in this meaningless suffering! You don't prolong the suffering of a person. Judgement is supposed to be swift, just as their death." As this point, the horses had stopped and both the man and Nyves dismounted them. Amused, the man walked towards Nyves with a cocky stride. "Oh poor man has morals. What are you going to do a-"
"Enough, the both of you!" The last man, the elder of the three, has had enough of their shit. Those two had a history of not getting along, and the fact they sent them for the report only aggravated the veteran. "Nyves, we are not bound to make their death swift. We accomplished what we were asked to do." Lightning still in his eyes, Nyves looked up to the elder, growling in anger as he returned to his horse. "It isn't right." He added to this before he became silent again, resuming their tension filled march back to the Temple.