One day, one of his vain days, Vintarion encountered with a City-guard, not too far from city, yet away from eyes. The Guard scolded at him, it was obvious that he was bored and looking for someone to waste time and to kid. But their temperament did not get along... The Guard attempted to search his with an unkind manner. That move, drove Vintarion mad and angry, he drew his sword and finished the man at there, roughly.
The terror of crime was surrounded Vintarion's mind, his blade was wrapped with the blood of innocent as his hands, he started to shake, almost fainting away. After all, he mounted up, and rode to Prince's Keep with a haste yet unconsciously. 
Passed the guards swiftly with bloodstain bearing hands. When he came up to Imrahil presence, the blood kept dripping from his hands. Prince asked some privacy from the Guards, within the moment he saw Vintarion rather troubled. Vintarion stopped for a moment before explaining what happened, and confessing what he has done.
Imrahil went silent for a long while, then when he glanced at Vintarion, his eyes were on fire, he almost went mad. They had not much of option, in the Code of his City, Vintarion should have been courted for an execution. But Imrahil, did a one last, secret favor for him. He shouted him, angrily, almost curses. His defensive words were only, '' It was not my intent... '' Not many moments after, the last words from Prince's mouth were in Quenya, '' Heca! Vanwa! ''. Vintarion was shocked when he understood the meaning of these words, '' Begone! The Lost One! '' he gave him a chance to live, to run. He ran, as Imrahil says, with the affliction and sorrow.
Before he departed, he stopped by at the local Tavern, to find and say his farewell to old mariner friends. Those who does not know about the recent event about Vintarion, invited him for a last game and a last drink. They played some dice games and drank rum as well. When the game reached its end, Vintarion won, as usual. They smiled at him and embraced him like a brother, their last words to him were sincere, '' You are a good man, Vintarion, you do beat us in fighting, drinking and gambling. You will always be 'The Ace', eh? '' no matter how drunk they were...
