-Chapter Two-
The answer came eventually through gossip and rumor in the rural pubs he sometimes would stop when he could concerning the remote village of Old Owl Well. It seemed Tyr might have smiled on him again; it was just what he sought. The village had been part of trade routes many years ago and Lord Nasher was again seeking to use it to bring more gold to Neverwinter's depleted coffers. The efforts to expand roads for better travel had stirred the neighboring orcs into increasing and more violent raids against the under financed and unprepared Greycloaks. Casavir knew he could train and help the small village with little threat of his identity being revealed in such a remote area. They might even welcome the help a veteran fighter.
Casavir's hopes had not been in vain when he arrived. The Greycloaks were indeed understaffed and were unable to properly fight off the increasing orc attacks. He was momentarily dismayed to discover Commander Callum was in charge, but decided to offer his services anyway. Commander Callum was not pleased to see him, but knew it was in his best interests to not turn away or report the paladin. Casavir began training the troops, keeping his own intentions silent.
Casavir knew that the only true way to redeem himself to Tyr would be to give his life. He believed if he could fight and die in battle that Tyr's justice might be met. Casavir began looking and training a small, more elite group of fighters who were willing to take on the more dangerous battles. He started taking the small band on longer and longer outings, returning to the Greycloaks less frequently. Commander Callum continued to turn a blind eye to Casavir since Casavir's band was killing more orcs then his troops could hope to.
The little troop thought nothing of this behavior, they were happy believing they were an elite orc fighting force and Casavir was a hero to them. The only one that did not seem to revere him was Katriona. Katriona was always worried about him and his safety in the battles, she could sense there was more to Casavir then the others saw.
Casavir knew Katriona wanted to offer him friendship or more but he could not. He would never again allow anyone to get close to him, especially not a woman. His only desire in his life was to serve Tyr and redeem himself. His mission was his to face alone. Casavir made sure he did not allow himself to become friendly with any of his fellow soldiers. He was their leader, nothing more. It was his duty to train these farmers so they could free their homes from the orc incursion. Tyr had given him those gifts of a warrior and he must only share that knowledge to help others have peace and justice.
Casavir's frustration grew with each battle. They were becoming more ferocious but he would always emerge victorious. He knew the men thought him to be a hero, but he knew the truth. He was losing himself to the fury of the fight and enjoying the release battle brought. It was in battle he could forget his pain. Casavir thought Tyr was rejecting his efforts and threw himself into more and more perilous situations. Katriona's efforts to save him from himself were becoming increasingly annoying but he could never be rude to her. He would always tell her the same thing, "I am only doing what must be done."