Justice with A Bang

It was a night and day transition from Red Hand territory to Ronerawth. For one the paths were more pronounced with oil lamps on posts marking the way to different places.  Sign posts were also more well kept and also included distance markers on them (so someone had to measure that, I'm sure it was really fun). We also passed by more traffic going each direction, though that could have also been we were in more civilized lands, where as my cave was in the middle of nowhere on purpose and most trade between the Red Hand and Ronerawth had stopped a while ago (amazingly Magic users weren't super thrilled with Ronerawths evolution of firearms). Most people seemed to bow their head or show some kind of respect for Colonel Rojove. I didn't know who this guy was, but apparently other people certainly did.

"Rojove!" Came the shout, the man was mounted and had his own revolver, though it was not the shiny metal one that Rojove carried.  He also looked like life had passed him by, his face was all mangled scars and age wrinkles. His clothing was equally as rundown, a white shirt that looked thread bare, some jean time pants that showed more holes than fabric.  Even his horse had seen better days.

"Coriani I told you to let this go, we aren't going over this again, move aside." I noticed Rojove's right hand had drifted to his pistol, the hammer drawn back (Pistols of that era were single action, meaning for each trigger pull you had to cock the hammer at the rear of the gun, I've seen some double action pistols, but they are definately a rarity even now).

"My family is dead Rojove, you murdered them, and now I demand you finish this." Coriani hopped off his horse and his hand was also on his gun.  Rojove followed him down, but as soon as his feet hit the ground I heard the shot and saw Coriani's face dissappear.  Rojove's pistol had a small bit of smoke wafting from the barrel before he reholstered it.

"Is this Ronerawth justice?" I meant to sound more condescending, but my old man voice just probably sounded like I actually asked the question.

"Ordinarily we would have had a real duel, pistol duels have become quite the favorite of people to settle disputes, but Coriani was a bandit beggar who's family had been dealt with for being traitors, he's lucky I even humored him by getting off my horse. Rojove indicated we would be moving on and so we did. I could see Coriani's former horse looking bewildered at its dead owner as we continued traveling towards a smokestacks in the distance.  I wondered for a moment if someone would clean up the body, before figuring obviously someone would, always value to someone.  I did note how fast Rojove was, and also noted he took care of traitors, perhaps all those acknowledgements earlier were not out of particular reverence but fear.  I had to keep reminding myself I knew little of Ronerawth since the Divider had been completed, and I wasn't exactly a scholor prior to that.

We would reach Dunlok a few days later, and thats where the real adventure would begin.