Murder in a Town

Casamir managed to get coins in his pocket from saving the lives of his fellow passengers and with that, he found a ticket onto a vessel. The vessel took him down, over a fortnight, into the island continent of the same name as the kingdom. As he got closer the more he heard the despair from the peasantry in the towns they stopped in. To many, a great dying was on the horizon, for too many generations had it been since a Drakan had been in their great kingdom. 

Casamir did not understand, as he did not grow within the region. The Drakans were a powerful symbol and each great house almost always held one or two. It had been generations since the ruler of Remous had one in possession and the fear was setting in. Casamir did not care to understand their worries, and while he listened he wondered more of his task. 

Little did they know, their spirits would only be dampened within the year, for the task Casamir had on his mind would devastate any living morale. Casamir had to take the Tome of Tomys the Preacher, a revered figure in the culture and religion of the south. The largest building in all the realm, Tomyron, was dedicated to him. Casamir did not have such knowledge though. 

When he finally arrived on the island in the river Theme, he made sure to keep low and stayed in the port town. He kept his eyes on the prowl for men of the religion Drakans. He believed in his right to shun such men for they did not follow the righteous path. A path that would lead them to true freedom and allow them to claim what was theirs. 

Note: Even in the current age most Southeresse believe in the Drakans but back in the day of Casamir, their belief was tenfold. No living being denied their love for the religion, and few had no religion revolving around it. However, even fewer believed in the Voice. 

Casamir was a man of full trust in the Voice and as he laid low he made sure to pray and ritualize his days. However he knew that if he preached, even though he felt many obligations to do so, he would be hunted. The Lords may not care, but the pious peasantry would, and that's who he was surrounded by. 

On one of his days at the port town of the island in Themes, he met a woman. Her name is lost to time, however he felt an insatiable urge to strike her down for she lacked faith in herself. To him, it made little sense. If she had been a follower of the Voice, she would've seen the fault in her actions and Casamir found a great problem in her not being a follower. The woman was on the younger side, 40 and 3 to be exact. 

For many days he continued on this point and spoke to her many times about it. He sought her out, repeatedly, to point out her follies. The only thing this led to was her brother who was a soldier coming to Casamir with his blade. The battle was not of great proportions but Cassius came out on top and killed the man for he saw the same weakness in him as his sister.

Casamir's murder was found out and he was judged guilty of the murder charge. Casamir pointed out the problem with the woman, she had such a lack of belief in herself that she could not be confident in her relationship with her brother. If she could've been when it was necessary she wouldn't be stuck in the marriage she was so quick to complain about. This didn't go over well with her husband or the court and so he was sentenced to a beheading. When the light of the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the moon was the highest, he stole a horse and fled the town. 

In his journal Casamir pointed out that the woman should've seen him as a shining light. For when such stupid questions presented themselves within his head, the Voice was always there to guide him, like a proper god. To him, the Voice spoke bold, he was a man the universe trusted with his own truths. Therefore he knew better than others around him.