The red mist descended upon me today. I feel foolish. The temper bequeathed me by my father I have mostly always managed to keep in check was of no service rendering my strikes clumsy and impetuous. Wild even. But perhaps that is a good thing. If you had seen the crowd today that wouldn't have been a good moment to strike with precision.
Executing a man within the walls of the Pony is never a good move.
