Original story by: Courgus

Irana still clung to Roidros' hand. The two had already left behind the manor house where the knight of the guard had just struck down his liege lord, Ragoht. But in Roidros' mind there was no remorse for this act. He had seen what his liege lord was capable of and this had been weighing on him for a long time. Far too often he had looked away when he had not been able to control himself. How often had he ignored it when he touched Irana again. This often happened against her will, and he could not blame her if she had something against his kind. But at the moment they had to trust each other, and he hoped that he could convince her to trust him. He did it, towards her, without reservation.

Irana pondered in her mind whether she had really seen it. But as it presented itself to her, Roidros had struck Ragoht down without hesitation. On the one hand, she was still confused as to why he should have done that. But in the next moment, the goodness of the man who had saved her from that monster earlier kept coming into her head.Roidros and Irana walked for a while until they finally reached the border of the city. Before them now lay the wide hinterland of Dorangtir's city.

They walked a few more meters until they finally stopped. Roidros let go of Irana's hand and leaned against a tree on the side of the road.

He caught his breath for a moment and then looked at the she-wolf.

>>Are you okay?<< he asked, visibly exhausted.

She now looked at the knight and nodded.

>>Yes... it does. Thanks to you.<<

Roidros waved and looked into the eyes of the she-wolf, which was bathed in the pale moonlight that lightly broke through the remaining clouds in the sky, in a soft shimmer. The moonlight caused her eyes to glow a beautiful emerald green. For a moment he lost himself in the beautiful sight, but then he returned.

>>Well... why did you do that, Roidros?<< she finally asked.

He sighed briefly and took a breath. The heaviness of his armor didn't make it easy for him to run, but he had a good constitution, which made it easier for him to escape with it.

>>I couldn't take it anymore. All too often I looked away. But... You had said something that had opened my eyes. In short, I had to help you. But now we have to get my wife and kids. We all have to get out of here.<<

Irana looked down for a moment and then said something that astonished him again: >>You don't have to escape me. It would be easier for you if you claimed that it was me who stabbed him. Who's to know?<< Roidros nodded and a moment later, however, he waved it off.
>>Not in life. I once made an oath that I would protect the weak. When I think about it, this is the first time in years that I feel I have done something right. So, no. I will not abandon you. Besides, my wife is tired of living here anyway. She can't see the whole thing anymore either.<<
Irana still looked at the ground and understood his request, but she could not understand why a human should stand up for her or her people. Roidros was still leaning against the tree, and he looked again at Irana, who was still staring at the ground. He could imagine all too well what was going on in her head right now.
>>I know you're just wondering why I should stick up for you, right?<<
Shocked at this question, Irana looked up at the knight.
>>Good. I stand up for you because I think there can be a better world than this. We can make a difference. And I hope that together we can make a difference.<<
The expression in Irana's eyes spoke volumes for Roidros. Even though they come from different races, the knight made no secret of the fact that he took his oath very seriously.