The next few days were nothing but pain to Calson the vroloks that had captured him didnt feed on him just used them for there own pleasures of the flesh and to inflict pain.
Eventually he escaped by the aide surprisingly of a victum of one of the vroloks who asked Calson for aide in reversing her afflication of undeath. "...Sorry lass only cure I know of is staking ya..." he said readying himself for a fight but surprisingly for once found the woman kneeling to accept her coming fate.
"I understand...you are in many ways Sir Bolson like a knight, a dark knight though that does what he can for others yet so rarely is it the honorable justice of a true knight." She said lowering her head. "...Make it swift then dark knight Bolson..." Calson then took a breath and swiftly did so for the woman her coffin he cound located in a old graveyard near the Zeklos lands.
The weeks passed but family life found Calson trouble. His wife had given birth again only to find her and the new born daughter slain by vengeful Vroloks it sent Caslson into a horrified comatose state but one that from his friends among the Ezra clergy brought him out of. The end result was blame being placed and arguments between Calson and his wife.
Calso knew that deep down he was a Hero to so many but he kept blankly refusing to accept the compliments he gave others he said as such curtly to the Toret one day upon reporting of a group of vrolok clans he and others slew. "...I ainta hero Toret, I was mearly doing wha I could to aide others at a certain time when it was needed." He said then turned and left with a curt nod to the Toret not waiting for a reply.
"That in itself is a defination of a hero Templar..." The toret said which Calson caught on his way out.
"...Not to me..." He said softly to himself as he faded into the night.