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. He couldn't count on a clean kill
through mail armor, so he'd have to use the potion's powers
and work around it. He slowly crept out from the tree's
shadow.
"It was confusing for me, too, when I started." The
cleric suddenly sounded strangely vulnerable. "It was
terrible for me at first. I wasn't worried about fighting
goblins, but other things threw me. We had to fight
dwarves once. They put the fear of evil into me, with their
shifty little eyes and ratty beards and stumpy bodies. They
fought like" - the cleric dropped his voice and turned his
dark eyes on the recruit - "like the Seven Evil Ones were in
them."
There was only silence after his words, except for the
distant crackling of the fire. The wind seemed to be
picking up around them.
"It was a terrible war in the mountains," said the cleric
in a low voice. "I saw my friends crushed by avalanches,
shot by bolts and arrows. They lay in my arms with their
limbs hacked away, begging me to heal them. The dwarves
did this to us in the mountains. They didn't fight like
humans. They weren't human. They were evil reborn. I saw
it all then, and I came to believe at last in their evil. I wish
to the gods even now that there had been a better way for
me to learn than to have gone through that
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