(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"The lines show anger: Do you take offense?" The lines slowly straightened,
forming into gentle curves. "No offense was meant: Will you accept the
many apologies of this one?"
I smiled softly. Part of me wished I could adjust my scars like that, "No
offense taken... why are you angry?"
"This one tells of event recent: Did you know this one was beset by three?"
he looked at the corpses in disgust, "The three demanded an item of this
one. This one feared an attack: What does this one do? This one
surrendered the item."
I nodded, aware of the burning wounds patching my body that had yet to
heal, "Well, you were right to be afraid. If there were three, then they might
have killed you had you not given up the item."
"This one has been misunderstood." The lines on his face became angled,
then smoothed into curves again. "This one did not fear being killed: This
one feared killing the three."
I raised an eyebrow, "Well... if you could have killed them, why did you let
them rob you?"
"This one walks the path of a warrior: Many weapons have walked with this
one. The fist, the blade, the stave, the hatchet, the smiter: These tools are
all known to this one."
"That's not much of an explanation... again, if you're a warrior with that
much training, why let them rob you?"
"This one is forbidden to attack." The lines rippled across his face as he
spoke, "If this one had struck at the three in anger: The vow of non-violence
would be unmade."
"Vow of non-violence? You're a warrior and a pacifist?"
Porphiron blinked, "This one is unfamiliar with your speech: What is this
'pas-ivisst?'"
"Never mind. Why did you train so much if you are not permitted to attack
another?"
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