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Father Quadrial slides off his horse and promptly falls to the ground.
His legs and ass hurt. Muscles he didn't even know he had are strained and bruised.
Pain is something he has dealt with many times before and always was able to keep a cheerful demeanor.
It was when he lost every bit of his sense of humor that he joined the monastery.
Staring up at the floating monolith he almost doesn't notice the pair of strangers who climb from the caves.
Their manner was much like soldiers he had seen who had been fighting for so long they lost their humanity.
Just staying alive was all they could think about and anything else was forgotten.
He wasn't sure what kind of companions people with that kind of damage would make but he was too kind hearted to want to think long about leaving them to the tender mercies of the evil forces that controlled this land.
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