Looking up from his prayers Father Quadrial spies a gathering of horses heading their way.
Getting to his feet, the monk looks up at the sky.
"Dad we're in a bit of a mess here.
Would you mind talking to your friends and letting them know we're going to need a hand?
I know Krom can be a bit of an ass but our orcan friend could use a bit of his well tempered madness.
If you could ask the Lady to look kindly on us as well I'm sure our elven member would appreciate it.
Look with favor on our newest member because I suspect he has no idea what a deep pile he has stepped in.
I would also be most deeply greatful if you could bless our weapons so that they will be true in thrusting into the heart of evil.
And finally could you help me remember everyones names? Thanks Dad."
Picking out a nice solid looking steed, Father Quadrial finds a handy stool and climbs aboard.
"Well folks, I have to say today is a good day to die. Dad tells me that things are going to get a whole lot worse before they get better."
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