_Once again, Dentin is found standing on the crossroads in the docks. Yet this time, something has changed. His voice is no longer filled with misdirected anger, but his presence has changed to one of peaceful resolve.
His appearance is hardly spectacular, no match at all for the bards and nobles that also live in the city. His armor has lost much of its shine, marked with the scars of dents, piercing and mending, again and again. His cloak is somewhat torn, the fabric having endured more than it should have.
Though some could consider it a pitiful attempt at being a knight, others might see a man who values actions over appearance, and who will continue to wear his armor, carrying a particular variation of the symbol of Gond in several places, with pride until it falls apart in nothing but rust.
After waiting for some time as the docks' people gather around, he begins to speak..
**Good people of Peltarch, I stand before you today in shame. Shame at my own foolishness, at my pride. I have let His Fire burn too hot within me, and it would well have consumed me, had my eyes not been opened to sense again. It is not in my place to judge, and my words before were those uttered in anger and pride, not in wisdom.
What happened when the ghouls came here, are days of grief and sorrow. Days of loss and destruction, and it pained me to see a good people suffer so. Yet rage and hate will do no good, and it is not His Path. Much was lost, which was destroyed, can never be replaced. But it is not His Path to dwell on this, to answer destruction with destruction. Instead, one must look to the future, and rebuild that which was lost.
The ghouls are now defeated. Those who were taken from us, and corrupted to their cause, have been granted peace once more.
Many of those who have been restored, the corruption of undeath purged from them, have proven to be stalwart and devoted allies in the many battles that lead up to our victory. Yet I turned away from this truth, blinded by pride, and thus the sin is mine.
Yet, I also stand true to His Words, spoken to me. Perhaps the Cure is indeed false, and there is a property that has been overlooked, that has not been noticed yet. Or perhaps I have lacked the wisdom to interprete and understand His Words correctly. Such will be revealed when it shall be.
As for those I accused, for those I blamed for what transpired..
Know that they, as we all are, are but mortals. To expect of them perfection, and complete Wisdom and Knowledge.. is to demand divinity.
Yes, they have made a gamble, and yes we paid for it dearly. But such flaws of action and knowledge never happen twice, and they will learn from their choices, as we all do.
The City is not perfect. It has flaws. Yet, what in Creation is without flaw?
Instead of being angered at these flaws, at these imperfections, let us work to Purge them, to ensure that we leave Peltarch a better place when we leave it, then when we came to it, for all the People.
And I pray that my mistake, my foolishness and pride, has lead non of you astray.**
Dentin then looks around the gathered, waiting for any outstanding reactions or questions._
