Sunday, Desnus 15 (morning)

Did I say that the last of the tengu had fallen? If so, I would like to revise my earlier statement. Now the last of the tengu has fallen.

This group of four ambushed us when we moved to explore the far end of the maze. They were a lot tougher than the ones we tangled with earlier, too. There was a spell caster of some sort, and one that was obviously the head of the snake. I faced off against the latter while my friends dealt with the rest. Before long he was the last of them still standing.

I don’t like to chat during a fight (I’ve never understood those who do) but I like senseless killing less, so I broke with protocol.

“Look. You’re the only one still alive. Why? Why keep fighting?”

He said, “Because I have a cause worth fighting for.”

“Is it a cause worth dying for?”

“It wouldn’t be a cause if it wasn’t.”

Which, I can almost respect since I feel the same way about mine. But there’s a key difference here that makes me stop short: My cause creates. His destroys.