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"Would that they were as concerned with the word of
Paladine as much as that of the Kingpriest," said Arryl
sternly.
Fen's eyes widened, then he nodded in understanding.
"You knights are very strong in your faith, not to mention
vocal about it. You've been talking like that for the past few
days, haven't you?"
"What of it? I am within my rights - "
"In SOLAMNIA, you would be within your rights, but
not here...." Fen shook his head. "Istar is another matter. A
Solamnic Knight, one of the legendary warriors of justice
and good, rides into the holy city and finds it not so holy.
Small wonder that you incurred the wrath of Brother
Gurim. To him, you are a threat to the order."
"For speaking out?" Arryl realized his voice had risen.
He glanced around, but everyone else was working hard to
pretend they had not heard him. "I am only one man! What
sort of threat could I be?"
The half-elf grunted, began eating his gruel again.
Between bites, he muttered, "You come to a place few of
your kind ever visit and you immediately question the ways
of the priesthood. Those who rule Istar have long seen the
Solamnic Orders as rivals, jealous of the priests' wealth and
power."
Tremaine recalled Brother Gurim's words at the inn
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