[ oh god this is terrifying, and it shows well in his face. This is the sort of creatures priests deal with — high priests, even. What hope does an acolyte have? But even fear can't stifle that temper, and in a few seconds he sets his jaw with a scowl. ]
Really. [ One of his hands has dropped to the spiked mace kept hooked to his belt, for what good it would do, but efficiency isn't the top thought in his mind. ] I won't fear anything like you.
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Really. [ One of his hands has dropped to the spiked mace kept hooked to his belt, for what good it would do, but efficiency isn't the top thought in his mind. ] I won't fear anything like you.