"Grizzly place, this is," The knight murmured to himself. "And I cannot say I condone this, hanging these people like decoration. If I were in charge, I tell you, things would be different. Much different." The knight had come to cut down the bodies. He stopped for a brief moment to look over each of them. The ghastly expressions etched upon their dispatched faces. The rain and win beat against the knight, and the bodies swayed a bit.

Anger swelled up in him, and he spoke to the diseased, "I am third knight of the Vigilant Order, Sir Cassius Villium. Any power which would purposefully portray such actions against living humans, all of whom deserve to be treated fairly and humanely, does not deserve to walk among the living." The order had sent him, in response to a premonition that a mage had seen in his dreams.

And here he was, dead of night. Rain and wind ripping against him, the bodies swaying gently back and forth. Their faces only revealed with an occasional flash of lightning. He drew his sword and went to each body, stopping it whit one hand and cutting it down with the other. One at a time, with much care, he did not allow the diseased to drop, but gently he laid them upon the ground. Kneeling and praying he went about digging a grave for each of them under that tree.

The night was long, cold and wet. But by dawn he'd drug graves for each of them, the only justice of the night that had been served was this: He'd been able to inscribe the names of each person upon the graves. This was all thanks to that mage, who'd been able to provide the names and physical description of each.

The sun peaked over the horizon, and he knelt once again, in prayer....