Gamel deserves the truth. As you utter the words, you see the man's heart break before you. "You killed my boy? You?!" Gamel snaps.

The Banksmith draws his hammer from the loop on his apron, swinging it wildly with rage. Your attempts to reason with him are useless as you scatter from the man's attacks. Muscles built up over a lifetime at the forge twitch with fury and the look in Gamel's eyes tells you he is lost to rage. The more you plead with him, the less you feel you are getting through. He will not be dissuaded. It is as if he is begging you to end his misery. With no other option, you make a swift killing blow.

A shocked silence hangs in the air, disbelief and sadness everywhere. Tam's death has always weighed heavily on everyone's mind. You made a choice and must bear the consequences. This is what it means to be Oathsworn, but it doesn't make it any easier today. Greycane gives you a look, a decision of his own being made in that moment. Then, with a nod of his head, he calls for guards to remove the body.

"He was a good man," Greycane offers. "And he loved his son." The Fableman reflects for a moment as his body is carried away, a silent prayer to a fallen ally.

"Before… this, Gamel told me he'd been working on some improvements to the field gear," he continues. "I believe I can find another smith to make the modifications to the other lads' equipment if you're willing to cover the cost. I'm sure he wouldn't want his work to go to the grave with him."