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Father Quadrial stands up looking more then a bit dazed.
For a good part of his life he had dedicated himself to following a god who always seemed to be just around the next corner.
He had seen plenty of things that convinced him that he was on the right path but never had anything happened directly.
Now twice in a short time there had been a direct contact.
It was a little hard to fathom and there really wasn't time to think about it.
Walking over to Darghon the monk rests his hand on the mans shoulder.
"My son you are wounded more then you know."
Taking the amulet into his hand Father Quadrial presses it to the hole ripped in the back of Darghons armour.
A warm light spills from the amulet and seals the gash.
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