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"I too believe the rooms are the best direction," Father Quadrial added after some thought.
Walking to the idol which now felt like an old friend, the portly monk takes the necklace from inside his robes.
Kneeling he thought of the companions they had lost. Gell and Tower their orc warriors had been lost along with Vinoh. He hoped this battle would prove worthy of their lives and not just another joust between the sides of dark and light that so often ground out the lives of the common folk and served little purpose.
"Lets see if I can provide you with a hook and a big club for when you get the catch up on the bank." Father Quadrial said and returned to his prayers.
The 'finely made source of great magical power' pulsed against his chest in time to his heart beat.
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