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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. I - The Reign Of Istar
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. Tell me about it."
Arryl did, leaving nothing out. After a day of having no
one willing to hear his side, he was gratified to find a
sympathetic ear. Fen Sunbrother listened, and as he
listened, his expression turned dark and bitter.
"I have all the luck. I am constantly allying myself with
those who draw the ire of the mighty." The half-elf took a
bite of his food, grimaced, but swallowed it nonetheless.
The food at the arena was designed to keep the men fit
enough to fight; taste was not a priority. "You have brought
the attention of the inquisitors down upon you. Worse, you
have attracted the personal wrath of Brother Gurim."
"What have I done to the man?"
"What have you done? It could be any number of things"
Fen poked the gruel with his finger. The hole formed did
not fill in when he pulled the finger out. "The worst part of
being in the arena is not the possibility of death - it's the
food."
Arryl did not smile.
The half-elf shrugged. "There is something that you
must understand, Tremaine. In Istar, the clerics are the law.
Among the clerics, the inquisitors are justice. It is they who
define the words of the Kingpriest and how those words
affect the citizens
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