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. Was it
possible? Had he discovered a true cleric left in the land?
But, after long days and longer nights (for what was time to
him?) spent listening to the Revered Son, the knight came to
the conclusion he'd been deceived.
In life, he'd known men and women like this charlatan,
made use of them for his own ends. He recognized the
man's tricks and deceits. He toyed with the idea of
destroying this Revered Son, found it amusing, for the
knight hated the living with a hatred born of jealousy. And
he would be doing these fool Palanthians a favor, ridding
them of one who would end up tyrant, despot.
But what would he gain out of it, except the fleeting
pleasure of watching warm flesh grow as cold as his own?
"Nothing," he said to himself. "If they are stupid
enough to fall for that man's lies, let them. It serves them
right."
Yet something within Palanthas called to him, and so he
stayed, watching, waiting with the patience of one who has
eternity, the impatience of one who longs for rest.
He was there, invisible to living eyes, when two people
- a beardless youth armed with a sword, and a man in
shabby blue robes - emerged from the city gates with haste
enough to draw the knight's attention, piqued his interest by
taking themselves away from the sight of the guards.
The knight gazed at the man in blue with interest that
increased when he saw, with the clear sight of those who
walk another plane of existence, the symbol of Mishakal
hidden beneath the man's robes
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