Bartholomew's rage engulfed him, and his eyes shown white, as rays of light formed around him, turning him into the tool of good, the paladin on tears. He flashed across the room, expelling the darkness inside of the man with a touch of his palm. Being that this man Sabram was dark at heart, he was stained with sunlight, and turned to ash, leaving behind only his soul container, an elegant silver long sword, which Bartholomew took upon himself to cleanse the land of all undead, unless they themselves were not evil. Which brings us to him now, still alone, but with much experience at hand, walking the ever shifting roads of the world, longing for a chance at hope.