What if we didn't?
A man was walking down the cobblestone path through the village during a warm summer day. The wind was especially rampant that day, causing the green pine trees to dance in a gradient of shimmering bloom. Alas, the man emerged from the shadow of the chapel near the front of the village. The sun bearing down during the high noon of the day. The man entered the middle of the village; the marketplace, which was several stands all lined up in front of the path to the Lord's Manor. He sat down at the bottom of the steps of the entrance and meditated until the Lord returned. Day and night he waited, but it wasn't till the sixth day that news of the Lords return expelled. Unfortunately, word spread that there was a skirmish and the Lord may have been injured. Hearing that did not phase the man; nor did it suppress his aloof, focused state. The seventh day came and a group of men entered the village, the Lord was leading them, with several bandages on his arm and torso. Everyone was filled with glory and praise for the Lord, but the man sat there awaiting his turn to speak to the Lord. As the Lord calmed everyone down and made his way home to rest, he did notice the man, but walked past him and got several feet ahead. The man got up and said, "I'm glad you returned home safe, You left your sword in my house that you burned down, and maybe you wouldn't have gotten hurt if you still had it."