“No deals on this one, we’re going all the way,” he said when I approached him about a plea bargain. “It’s tight, and he’s going to take t...he long walk. Do what you have to do, but you’re going to take your lumps.”I should have done what he said. God, I wish, I wish I’d done what he said. Just sloughed it off and moved on. Sure, even the guilty are entitled to legal representation and their day in court, but why did it have to be me?Because my guy insisted he didn’t do it.Not at first. At first. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and hope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air. I'm a pretty big guy, so you'll have to be careful I don't step on your toe's." He said laughing."No Raymond, you go ahead back to you're friends, I'll be okay here." Well, actually Mrs, may I call you Marsha?" Of course, I prefer to be called Marsha." What I was about to say was, actually I'm sort of a mister in between, chuckling, I'm a little old for that crowd, but not old enough for the senior center either." So if you don't mind, I'd as soon sit here with you as to go back over. Of course all groups have their bad apples, but the organization and training of the guild has kept those to a minimum. However it was not always like that.Less than 500 years ago the word adventurer was a mixed bag, as were the people calling themselves adventurers. They ranged from the good to the really bad. While there were many groups of adventurers, like the ones I was in, that were in it to help people who needed it, there were others that were mostly bandits that did some adventurer.