Malcolm

        "I can see your reasoning with the horses, but still.. I do not
believe the men should get off so easily." With a sour look on his face, he
kicks some dirt at the wagon. "Bah! Probably no good anyway. Sour grapes."

        "Well, you wanted to know about the Order of the Trident? A rather
large priesthood spread out across the continent. Priests in the order worship
the god of magic, Ladin. Our duties are guidance, marriage, and education for
magicians. Of course, our diety grants us priest spells, not magic spells,
though I do tend to accumulate them on paper from time to time. As for any
special abilities I am granted, I am able to inspire fear towards my enemies
on a limited basis, usually no more than one or two times a day. And yes, I
can turn undead. As I progress in experience, I hope to be able to receive
such powers as infravision as shapechanging. Alas, such great powers come not
without great restrictions. Ladin has declared that none of his priests shall
not use any weapon that is not normally used by a mage. Thus, I am restricted
to using staves, daggers, and the like. To use anything else would be a breach
of trust between my diety and I, and I would have to repent by prayer for
three days."

        "Say, you wouldn't happen to want to be converted, would you...?"

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