Alarion of Tovarre
Alarion sighs, then smiles once more. "Far be it from me, good Gilgarmock, to tell you how to keep discipline in your squad. I know you answer to a much mightier judge than I." He nods towards the holy symbol of Barcarus that the hobgoblin wears. "... and you obviously walk in His Grace. Ne'ertheless, meseems DeWayne's words, whilst hasty, carry the ring of truth..."
Alarion cannot help but note that Ignatius claiming glory that is rightly his does not bother him as it once did... the teachings of Malak, Barcarus, and Morwyn, as well as his work in this city, seem to be changing his priorities.... He smiles as he empties his wine-cup.
Alarion sighs, then smiles once more. "Far be it from me, good Gilgarmock, to tell you how to keep discipline in your squad. I know you answer to a much mightier judge than I." He nods towards the holy symbol of Barcarus that the hobgoblin wears. "... and you obviously walk in His Grace. Ne'ertheless, meseems DeWayne's words, whilst hasty, carry the ring of truth..."
Alarion cannot help but note that Ignatius claiming glory that is rightly his does not bother him as it once did... the teachings of Malak, Barcarus, and Morwyn, as well as his work in this city, seem to be changing his priorities.... He smiles as he empties his wine-cup.