“Justice is a word that makes people feel better about killing someone they don’t like,” the young fire eater said. “I’ve travelled quite a bit, and everyone’s idea of what constitutes ‘Justice’ is slightly different. In the end, it’s just a way for the weaker masses to secure their safety, by culling any individual that threatens it. Only they give it a fancy name and act self righteous about it.”
He points at the lizards. “Their kind has declared war. If you want to give them a chance to eat you first, then be my guest.” He pulls out a flask of oil. “In the meantime, I’ll be prepared to roast them when they decide they like well marinated monks.”
He points at the lizards. “Their kind has declared war. If you want to give them a chance to eat you first, then be my guest.” He pulls out a flask of oil. “In the meantime, I’ll be prepared to roast them when they decide they like well marinated monks.”