He was a simple soldier with a simple mission: just reprisal for slandering the Children of Light. Doubt was slander. Doubt undermined the cause. Doubt would not be allowed to exist. The world needed a reminder that the Righteous will stand between the Innocents and the foul, Light-forsaken influence and propaganda of the White Tower and the Shadow.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Gray Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a White Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Green Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Blue Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Yellow Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Red Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Patter drops the death scalp of a Brown Sister slain in Tar Valon.
Let the politicians speak empty words and platitudes. Let hands wring impotently, lamenting the death he had brought to these tainted souls. Let them curse his name. He cared not, for each had worn a confession in the form of a shawl. He had collected the pound of flesh for his Brothers and the Creator himself.