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. Brother Gurim drew
a symbol in the air. "Go in peace, Sir Knight. May the
blessings of the Kingpriest be upon you."
Arryl glanced back. "And may Paladine watch over
YOU, Brother."
Brother Gurim's rat smile remained in Arryl's mind all
the way up the stairway and down to where his quarters
were located. Only when he began his evening prayers did
the sight at last fade, and only when he was deep within his
own mind did Brother Gurim's distasteful countenance
disappear.
The memory of the man, unfortunately, did not.
*****
By the end of his fifth day in the holy city, Arryl
Tremaine had seen enough. He doubted the sanctity of Istar
and its leaders. Istar was not the bastion of good that he had
imagined during his childhood. It was not the city of
miracles. Parts of the city were beautiful, certainly, but
parts of it were ugly, filled with unfortunates living in
poverty and squalor. The bad parts were ignored, however,
by most of Istar's citizens, who seemed to think they might
pray them away.
That day, Arryl told Brek he would be leaving Istar on
the morrow.
That night, Arryl was within sight of the inn when he
heard a stifled cry and a grunt
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