...that you shut them all in and burn down their building.
From Lord Of Utterdom
The guards seem taken aback, but run off quickly to comply with your orders. When they return moments later, you see a rising plume of thick black smoke in the distance. You can hear the screams of the blacksmith and his daughter, roasting alive inside their home.
Quite satisified with yourself, you try to get on with your journey, but by the time you've made it to the merry moot, the people of the town have strung up the guards, and as they hung spilled the truth about your orders.
The townspeople corner you in the street, and with their fists, rocks, and work tools, beat you to death. You die just as you lived, in general disregard for the people, and you go into an unmarked grave. Even your own father doesn't mourn the loss. One less trouble for him.
The End
