Beran's Beginning
	On his first day as Magistrate of Viob, Beran's peaceful town was shattered by a murder. The dead man was the most popular merchant in town, father to his best friend Stavren, and the village reacted strongly. Finding only two foreigners present,  the townspeople grabbed the men and turned them over to him for judgement. Looking at each, he could see that they were hard men, perhaps soldiers or thieves. They explained that they had stopped on their way to the capital, and that they had business with the king.     While they told him their story, he looked to the crowd. Seeing the men and women shaking their heads and making derisive comments, he smiled. He ordered the men to be put to death, and was rewarded by the crowd roaring it's approval. The men were grabbed by the crowd and carried to a tree, where ropes were quickly secured.     As the men were having nooses secured around their necks young Beran approached. He asked them to admit their guilt, that they could proceed into the afterlife unhindered by lies. One of the men began to curse him, and with a flick of his wrist Beran had the crate the man stood upon kicked away. A quick jerk ended the man's life. Beran turned to the other man and asked, "Is there no comment you wish heard?"     The man fixed a cold stare on him, and stood defiantly. Again, Beran motioned for the crate to be kicked aside. The stare didn't leave the man's face as the crate flew a few feet and spun to a stop. In fact, the man didn't move at all. Hovering there, the man finally broke his silence. "Caring not for truth, you have acted without thought. Where reason would lead, you will not go. Yours is a life cursed by the blood of the truthful."     With that statement complete, his body fell, lifeless. After a moment it began to burn with a bright flame. The villagers looked to each other and backed away from Beran. Finding himself disquieted, he turned and began to leave. As he left, Stavren said, "You have done the right thing avenging my father's murder."     These words struck Beran as a blow. They screamed at him with the voices of a thousand righteous souls. Turning to look at his friend, he saw with crystal clarity a bulge in his sleeve with a slight discoloration. Seizing Stavren, he ripped away the cloth of his sleeve to show a dagger too quickly sheathed, still covered in it's victims blood.