Kill Bill (vol. 1 & 2)

We travel, on foot. I loose track of time. All I know is that the sun, set, rose and set again, by the time we got to Tavisham (or whatever this pathetic “civilised” settlement is called).
After another hour of lugging the dead and the dying in the freezing cold we reach the only Inn. After knocking for what seems another hour and waking possibly the entire neighbourhood, I say “Sod this!” and with trembling, numb frozen hands get my lock-picking tools out. Seconds later a warm shelter awaits us.
What stands in our way now is a new, more formidable obstacle. I now call it Bill’s Ego. We have disturbed his precious sleep, while attempting, all nine of us, after knocking for ages, carrying wounded and dead to “rob” his affluent establishment.
My fellow members, aghast and agog with the accusations stand aside and agree with him “it was a bit out of order” for me to “attempt to loot his over-brimming-with-wealth shop/house”. I apologise and explain. It is all in vain.
If my order, The Order of the Black Milk, taught me anything it is not to act in anger. ”No situation is THAT bad that loosing your temper cannot make it worse.” So I chill and bide my time. I pay him over the odds as a “compensation” for robbing him. Deep down inside, I know that people like that do not survive long, even in a pathetic society like this.
I’m too shattered for this. I am surprised at how well my fellow party members are doing. Their stoicism inspires me. They would all make fantastic additions to The Order of the Black Milk ~ each in their own capacity. If I drop him now I implicate everyone. The right time and place will come. Patience!
I am not needy after all. The truly needy, the wounded, sick and dying are looked after. My worse fears were confirmed when the clerics decree that “Another hour or so longer and it might have been too late”. Poor Bill, could have done with another hour or so in bed… Frightfully inconsiderate of us to perturb his beastial slumber.
Beasts like that have no place in society. I take him out!
Quick, simple, silent. The only noise he makes is his over inflated body letting go of his over inflated ego. It was reminiscent of his clumpy feat plodding towards the door as I casually picked it.
The mad panic only aids my escape.
Albertus, summed it perfectly, while talking about a completely different problem: “A decision NEEDS to made. I am making the decision!”

Now I understand what my Order’s motto really means: “May the milk of human kindness run black from teat of society”.