I don’t know why I did it. The guy was kinda a weird . He came in with a group of three on a supplies run. He stop to ask me where the best place to buy from. I sent him to grek’s. Not cause he was the best but cause I know he hated humans so sending this guy there was the best “fuck you “ I can think of. Now the area is usually safe but there always some wannabe warlord. The bandits that attacked were under scar, typically jackass with a god complex. They attacked at shift change. I intended to hide away but then I saw him. The same guys asking for supplies now bleeding out from a bad case of dagger in his side. I don’t know why I did it. Maybe cause he didn’t look at me like something taking up space. Maybe I wanted to prove that I could actually do something. I don’t know but I did. I managed to keep him alive long enough for his friends to get him out safe and for his merc band to push the raiders back. He found me later and called himself John. Said he was thankful and wanted to recruit me for his group. I almost told him to shove it. But the way he looked at me. Like a person , not a rat or an orphan or a problem to be fixed…. I don’t know. I said yes and joined couldn’t be much worse than this.