He nodded, before giving the sergeant a shrug. "The means may not be entirely to your liking, but take a good long look at the people the next time you walk home. If they are a bit more at peace then before I came, then know that your influence helped to make that possible. It might not be entirely within the law, it might not be entirely moral, but they can relax because they know their world isn't about to collapse around them. I do what you can't, because it needs to be done. I do what must be, and will be eventually cast out because of it. I take what can't be done in the law, and know that, eventually, you will catch up with me. The lies may get a damn good head start, but eventually, the truth will get its boots on, catch up with the lies, and start kicking. And then your way will hang me and mine. In this case, I just happen to be helping you get the boots on."<br/><br/>He turned and walked out, pausing only long enough to bang on the passenger door of the carriage, before heading back off into the wilderness. He needed to meet with a dragoness, and then return and wait for his replacement, before he could leave things to the good sergeant and his good men. He had meant every word, and knew that, some day, he would do the hemp dance for his crimes. It might not be in a year, or even a decade, but eventually, he would hang for the crimes he committed. And for some odd reason, that gave him comfort, that, eventually, someone, somewhere, would catch him, and whatever happened to pass for his life would end. He shook his head, and continued along the road, nodding to the gate guards as he passed them, ready to dance with the she-devil herself, to try and bring a tiny slice more of peace back with her unwitting help. And with any luck, she wouldn't be the wiser for it.