The first time was when they gave a piece of their culture to a wandering orphan minstrel girl who didn’t have a family. The second was when he “accidentally” killed a young man in the arena, and the man’s father challenged him to a duel for the honor of his son. The old man took some magical PCP which is my homebrew one-way ticket to Pharasma. It was a short fight, and it may have been a bit heavy handed, but I needed to punish the bloodlust murder hobo antics the group was devolving into. It worked.