An End to a Miserable Coward

Moody had troubles with keeping his bow steady. The caravan he was assigned to guard and travel with was ambushed by a group of bandits. He was trembling and his pants soaked with piss. An old man with a miserable and empty life who wanted an end to his suffering, but he's too much a coward to take his own life or dying with some honor and dignity while fighting. "Damn the gods for the life I was given" he thought "I swea-..." He was cut short. An arrow through his skull that fulfilled his wishes, a swift end.