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. He lifted his wet shirt and ran it
across his chest, washing away the ash and dust.
"Wait," I said. "I didn't get to finish the question. Do
you think the gods did right when - "
"Yes," he said again. 'They did right in killing the
murdering mongrel dogs of Istar and their Solamnic iron-
assed lackeys. The blessed gods, praise their names, did
right in crushing out the Kingpriest's filth and purifying the
lands that Istar and Solamnia had defiled, washing them
with clean fire and water." He dabbed at his forehead. His
face never changed expression. It rarely did.
"Oh," I said in surprise. This was easier than I'd
thought. "Oh, well, would you - "
"I agree that the gods did right," interrupted the knight.
His voice was like low thunder from a distant storm. "They
killed the mad murderers of Istar, who would have chained
or slain us all, but afterward they allowed evil to roam the
lands in the form of ignorant, filthy, barbarian scum who
spread plague as they looted and burned their way across
the injured lands. The gods did right in destroying Istar, but
they didn't finish the job when they let hordes of masterless
vermin prey on innocent and law-abiding people. The gods
instead left the cleaning up to those with the wisdom to
separate the grain from the chaff, and the strength to dispose
of the chaff properly."
Well, I thought this was great! Here I had two people who
completely agreed that the gods had done right. I was going
to ask both of them to detail their answers just a little bit
more, when Kroogi's arm snapped put and he Hung his wet
shirt into the knight's face and knocked him off balance
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