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"Even a bard can tell a paladin from a figher, Benton," Soriun interjected. "Holy warriors have a certain...aura about them. No, what I think Mavirr's story tells us is that the type of quest he normally joins is the type that a paladin would avoid like the plague!"
The dwarf sat back in his saddle and was quiet for a moment.
"Maybe that's why you and I are here, Benton. We're going to show our companions the way to quest reverently!"
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