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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Systole" data-source="post: 5616861" data-attributes="member: 93930">"The, uh, horned girl has asked that I not preach in her place of business, and I will abide by that.  But I doubt you're in danger of being converted, so I think I can tell you the story, since you asked. "Ulfgar was one of the warrior-prophets of Serroth, long ago.  We have many prophets -- Ulfgar the Strict, Marion the Gold, Lok-Mollar of the Lance -- several others.  Ulfgar was called The Strict because Serroth spoke to him, and he was made to understand how drills and formations make an army maneuverable, and how maneuverable armies win battles. "Over the years, Ulfgar led the armies of Serroth to many victories.  One day he came to a river, and on the other side of the river were the wild lands called Ketath.  The people of Ketath were strange: they lived in mud huts, and painted themselves with clay, and wove feathers in their hair.  Many times other armies had tried themselves against the Ketath, but the wild men fought madly, and always the other armies were driven back. "Ulfgar was a man of discipline, and the Ketath were different from him in every way: they were wild, strange, savage.  But Ulfgar looked across the river to the Ketath people, and instead of leading his army across to fight them, he dismounted and waded across alone.  That night, he ate and drank with the Ketath, and he presented them with his bow and his sword as gifts, and talked with their elders, and in the morning they pledged an alliance. "The moral is that ..." Ben begins, then falters for a moment.  "The original moral is that because Ulfgar did not assume that the Ketath were his enemies simply because they were different, he made friends out of those who might otherwise have been foes, and won greater and more righteous victories thereafter. "I'm sorry -- I did not mean to speak for so long.  I confess I know little about Issolatha.  Do you have stories of her?"  He turns to the half-elf. "And you, sir?  Which diety do you serve?"</blockquote>

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