Fentrith Fade, Wannabe Cleric
Fentrith's mind whirled through possibilities. He didn't want to perform the burial service for the dead woman. He didn't even like dead bodies, especially ones that didn't move. Besides, the service for Harrimast ended with the body being tossed in the sea, and that generally didn't go over too well with the unfaithful.
Still, if he refused, the man with the bow might shoot him. Or the pansy might start crying. Whatever. It's morbid, carrying around some corpse.
Kitsch's interruption, therefore, was quite welcome. As soon as he completed the sign, Fentrith began his invocation. "Blessed Harrimast, protect me from those who mean harm. Grant me the power to withstand their attacks, and deal them their death."
Looking up, he smiles. "Let's go find out what it is. I'm not one for being ambushed, best to strike first."
Cast Protection From Evil on myself. By the way, the spell I substituted was a Command spell.