Smiling at his companions Listin walks with them to meet with Lord Erik.
"Darvin, you say that you have never met a noble man that did not work as hard his men? I have, many of them! Most nobles are self indulgent and rely on their Captains and senchals to take care of their duties. The Obraskyr's are a notable exception to this. I am a third son, sent off to the temple of Lathander because I was useless at home. Only there did I learn of how best to serve greater good. Only from the Order of the Sun did I learn how to best discipline myself to be able to eschew the material world that is so important to most.
I will eat with Lord Erik, but sparingly and only enough to satisfy my needs. I will (if he gives his permission) take extra to give to the poor outside so that all that rich food does not go to waste. But I will never allow myself to return to the trap of believing that wealth and privelege makes a man better. Order is needed, but that does not mean that the those who support the top need suffer in poverty, starvation and degradation!
As for writing wrongs - let everyone learn of the might of Lathander and that he abandons no one - that where people are beset by evil, Lathander sends aid!"
Finishing off Listin appears a bit embarrassed by his previous diatribe.
"Yes, well, as you can see I feel quite stongly about these matters. Makes up for my earlier life of feeling quite strongly about having enough time to ride horses and feast with my friends!"
Laughing at himself, he looks up to the sun and starts singing a joyous hymn to Lathander (making everyone around him wish that he had at least learnt a few rudiments of singing from the bards at those feasts)