Bandits

My relics—all of them gone! Those heathens! Our pilgrimage has come to an abrupt halt, as a group of dastardly bandits ambushed us. The knight, while not my favorite person, held them off alongside his son for quite some time, but those cretins were too many. They overwhelmed us and held us at the point of a blade, demanding all valuables and offering only death in return. There was little I could do but shout in protest as they rummaged through my bags, taking everything they could get their hands on, even venturing so far as to steal Christ’s very bones!

How do I make my living now?