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. But the fancy bravo didn't know what to do about
the mess on his hands after that. I laughed about it all the
way to the jail, was still laughing when I turned the
minotaur over to the guards and went to the paymaster's
den to collect my gold. A small place, the den; a little
wooden shack crouched behind the jail where the
Kingpriest wouldn't see it. He didn't mind that his clerics
and clerks paid bounty on heretics. He just didn't like to
see it done.
The walls of the den were filled with the usual notices
that reward would be paid for those who served the gods of
neutrality or the gods of evil; for kender and elves and
humans, dwarves and ogres and goblins, minotaurs, and
any cleric who declined to worship the gods of good.
The bounty had been doubled again on Kell, the infa
mous outlaw-heretic who professed to revere the gods of
good, but who scorned the Kingpriest's practice of using
torture and execution to convince people that they must
worship those wise and gentle gods.
(Some holy defender of good that Kell was. Ask
anyone about Kell and you heard the tale of how he robbed
and murdered a whole family of pilgrims on their way to
Istar to worship at the great temple
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