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. In that, my people are
more like Istar's clerics than they want to admit." The elf
raised his good hand in farewell ... and blessing. "May your
own beliefs stay strong, Knight of the Sword. But may they
not blind you to truth."
Arryl Tremaine remained where he was until the elf
had vanished over a nearby hill. The knight was still at a
loss concerning the elf, who was and was not everything
Arryl would have expected of a worshiper of the Queen of
Darkness.
To Tremaine's surprise, he found that despite the
corruption and insanity that he had seen in the holy city, his
faith WAS still strong ... and it was the dark elf's doing.
Arryl didn't understand exactly how, yet. Perhaps he never
would. But Nelk had been right. From now on, Arryl would
champion his faith and help fight injustice - wherever he
found it.
"May Paladine watch over YOU as well, Nelk," he
called as he mounted his own steed. "You are right.
Someday, we WILL meet again."
For he intended, someday, to return to Istar, holy Istar.
Kender Stew
Nick O'Donohoe
Moran moved a swordsman forward, feinting the game
piece sideways to prevent ambush. "Your mercenary is
endangered
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