I can just imagine asking for flavor as a knight...
You sit at home tonight, slowly nursing a jug of ale. You don't like to go out much anymore, not since your wife left you and took your pet rooster, Jules, with her. By the old gods you miss that rooster, it just hasn't been the same since. You sit, watching the fireplace and wonder how did it ever came to this. "Your getting too far into this cult!" she would say. In retrospect if you had just spent a little more time with her and a little less with the other disciples maybe you would still be happy, and not set on killing everybody. Well the past is the past, time to live with the choices you made.
Nobody visits you, they rarely do. They all talk about you behind your back and you know it. You are getting older, and they know it. They even had the nerve to hire a new trainee to act as the town knight. The bastard wouldn't know a broadsword from a barn! Not much you can do about it though. You take another drink from your ale. You wish you had somebody to talk to, maybe that charming one that has assumed the role of cult leader. Sadly she is too busy tonight, talking to some monster hunter. Great, another guy with a sword more qualified than yourself. The priest is also out tonight in the temple of the dead, hoping to bring another member into the fold, and from the dead no less! But you are stuck at home, not helping anybody really. Best get used to it. This cult is really going places you know. You should be happy about your position! Yet somehow you just can't seem to muster the will. Maybe tomorrows lynch will cheer you up...