Behind him, the captain and his Guardsmen fell to their knees, except for the captain, who could barely stay on his knees, the remaining Guardsmen's faces were pressed to the ground, their faces all held in horror.
"Purdue Mileniuus. Priest of the Dark god Malakith. Would you accept my words of absolution?"
"I would… My lord… but how do you know my last name? I only ever told… Marsha"
Rowan smiled at him, "Does it matter? Know this, proud priest of the Dark one. I have seen your deeds and I do not find it wanting. You have conducted yourselves in a noble manner, beyond reproach, and even under the shackles of evil, your heart was not laid astray. Whatever misdeeds the enemy has done using your flesh as a guise shall not be counted as your burden to bear."
