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fingers pressed tight, forming a steeple. The knight
wondered if there was something wrong with the man's
hands, that he should hide them under gloves. The weather
was certainly not cold enough to make protection desirable.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself," said the cleric. "I
am Brother Gurim."
Although it might be a sin in the eyes of Paladine,
Tremaine could not help feeling repulsed by the man's
countenance. Brother Gurim had eyes like a rat that
watched everything. His nose was long and crooked. It
looked as if it had been broken and had not healed properly,
which made little sense, considering that Gurim should
have been able to heal himself. The priest was nearly bald,
his sparse hair combed into a poor semblance of a monk's
crown.
A twisted smile stretched Brother Gurim's thin lips,
which only made the resemblance to a rodent even
stronger.
The knight realized he'd been staring impolitely. He
finally remembered to acknowledge the cleric's
introduction. "I am honored by your acquaintance. If you
will forgive me, I must retire to my quarters to prepare for
evening prayer."
Gurim nodded in understanding, but did not bid the
knight farewell. "How pleasing it is to meet one of our
brothers engaged in the struggle against the Dark Mistress
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