I sat down to wait for the girl to be finished with the purging. Staring intensely into the flames, I let memory take me back to the last one I'd seen.
I sat easily atop my horse, the Steel Roses arrayed behind me. Surveying the landscape, I spotted a small for in the distance. She looked no older than 12 at the most. Pointing her out to my Lieutenent, I whispered "Opinions? What should we do?" In answer, he unsheathed his short sword with a wicked smile and kicked his horse into a gallop. A few ghastly minutes later, it was done. I hid my anger as long as I could. I left that night and the next morning, my former company found the lieutenent dead, his tongue ripped out and jammed deep into his throat.