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. Most of them at the
missionary level were the young, bored malcontents who
grew up in every town. The promise of money and power, if
only over people desperate for a sign that gods existed,
seemed to lure these spiritual bullies like a magnet. They
were molded into persuasive salesmen by an intensive
"training" session in the seeker capitol of nearby Haven, and
they claimed to have converted thousands to their cause.
The seekers were as close as anything to the governing
body of the plains. A body with muscle, of course: seeker
followers were equally divided between the zealous acolytes
who taught the words and ways of the new gods, and the
men-at-arms who garrisoned the towns for no discernible
purpose.
Unfortunately, groused the dwarf to himself, their con-
cept of governing seems to involve little more than mooch-
ing off the towns and villages unlucky enough to host their
temples and guardposts.
Flint's mood dipped even farther when he noticed a group
of seekers hovering around the doorway to Jessab the
Greengrocer's. He recognized this bunch as rude, belliger-
ent, over-postulating phonies who couldn't cure a split fin-
ger any more than they could speak with their so-called
gods
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