After nearly a day’s hike, you reach the ambush site. The caravan has not come by yet but Harxen tells you it’s about a half-hour away. Enfys suggests setting up whatever you need as soon as possible.
You set up the ambush and wait for the convoy to arrive. 10 minutes later, you hear hoofs tramping and cart wheels rolling, soon followed by marching footsteps and muttering voices.
Enfys whispers a short prayer and says to you: “We’ve got six people to their 15. They’ve got guns and heavy cavalry and they’re some of the most elite soldiers Fask has to offer. Let’s go kick their asses”
begin round by round combat
After the fight, Harxen returns. “I’m sorry” he says “I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I owe you an explanation. I used to be in the Faskian army, the elite guard, just like the ones you got done killing. I want nothing to do with that life anymore. The shit I’ve seen, the shit (sigh) what I’ve done is something no one should be able to just walk away from. Those men you killed deserved to die, but I knew them as friends once.”
Harxen approaches a man with his abdomen torn open and his left ear torn off by shrapnel. The man is still breathing, choking on his own blood. Harxen kneels down, says goodbye and slits the man’s throat
Harxen says: “He was an evil man who committed acts of genocide. He was killed in the process of his final one. His name was Tarker, his favorite drink was whiskey and cider, he loved his family and homeland and his death was completely justified. He was evil, but he was part of humanity. Never forget that. When we begin to see our enemies as less than human, we become enemies of ourselves.”
He gets up, sheathes his blade and continues: “When Milo set up our meeting, did he tell you why I requested to meet in person?”
“I requested this meeting because I wanted to see her for myself” He points at Enfys and begins speaking to her directly. “Do you remember me, Enfys?”
Enfys goes wide-eyed, draws her bow and points it at Harxen with an arrow ready to fly.
“You BASTARD!” she says “You killed my brother. You burned my home. I should drop you where you stand.”
Harxen takes a deep breath and says “My life is yours to take, I’ve done just as much as the men in this caravan. I ask you to listen first. I don’t seek to prolong my life, I seek redemption for what I’ve done. I seek to bring the genocidal iron rule of the Fask Empire crashing down on men like me. Nothing can change what I’ve done, I only seek to do a monumentally good thing before I die. Enfys, you were the reason I left the army. I grew up in fask learning from birth that elves were savages who sought to bring civilization down and replace our homes with dark woodlands. I was told what we were doing was for the good of the empire, that it would save my family from a painful death. Who was I to question the entire basis of my life? Then I saw you. You were a child, scared beyond anything I could imagine. Most of the elves I killed would ask me to spare their lives or promise me some form of damnation for my crimes. But you just looked at me and asked ‘why do I have to sleep?’. It took me completely by surprise, you had been seeing it all around you your whole life and you still didn’t understand the concept of death. You didn’t escape by some miracle. You escaped because I let you go. Enfys, saving you was the first good thing I ever did. My only request is that you let it not be the last. Let me help you, then take my life.”
Enfys has tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her jacket. Her aiming hand is shaking. She forces a smile and says “I can’t possibly decide. I sure as hell don’t trust you, but I do believe everyone deserves a chance at redemption.” She turns to you and says “Any suggestions?”
Enfys slings her bow over her back and says “Now that that’s done with, we’ve got a prison to burn.”