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The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI

Calenthang hesitates at the mention of pride.
"My people are dead, revered Ayden; they need not be proud of me," he replies, trying to let the priest know that pride is not something he's proud of, without being mean.
"Your confidence in me however, is a great compliment."
 

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“Well that was fun” Dunstands as to no one in particular why’ll he searches the body’s of the fallen Grimlock’s. “I don’t think we should feel too bad about killing a few cave dwelling creatures.”… “I’m not talking about dwarf or any of the other small goodly races.” He hastily ads.
 

"Aye, Sarlis you are right, in most cases. But in this case, they were charging us with the intent to do unpleasant things to us. I am quite happy to be alive and not in their hands. Aren't you?" she said mildly, though the ones who know her well enough can detect the sarcasm in her voice, as if she knows he is throwing her own argument back in her face.

She turns to Calenthang. "I believe that I inavertedly insulted you earlier friend Calenthang. It was not my intention. Sometimes, I let my zeal overwhelm my mouth and I will do my best to learn from those mistakes," she said apologetically.
 
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"Wheter we are alive or not is irrelevant here. Using force should always be the last solution to any problem. " he replies without insisting too much.

"The more you fight the more I have to spend, my divine energy healing you, instead of using it to perform greater deads. The other priest doesn't really seems to mind, so for now I will let him waste the gift of his god on them. Divine energy shouldn't be used to compensate the lack of intelligence.

Sarlis then looks absently minded at the Mongrelman's body. "What am I thinking here. Lathander please give me the strength to fight my selfishness and re-motivate this group with a positive attitude.

He pauses for a second turns back again towards Teleri. "But I've got to agree with you on this one, they were really looking for it and there wasn't much I could have done with the diplomatic approach. At least I tried.

Turning towards the elf. "Got to agree with Teleri, your fighting skills are quite remarkable Calenthag."
 

Teleri grins and shrugs good-naturedly. "Aye, well. I've been known to stick my foot in my mouth too often too count. Diplomacy isn't my strongest suit it would seem." she chuckled as she suddenly found a new name for her bow, something to reminde her to use it as a last choice, rather than the first as she had been doing too much of late.

Well, Diplomacy for a longbow is a good as name as any for a weapon and it should remind me to use words before resorting to the long, sharp and pointy. she privately thought.
 

Calenthang looks at Teleri as if no insult was ever made, wordlessly accepting the apology as the two priests go about discussing things that don't concern he-who-lives-by-the-sword. When Sarlis compliments him, he nods his head to his new companion.
"My thanks, friend Sarlis," he says serenely, allowing everyone's compliments to finally boost his self-esteem a little.
 

Teleri grins sheepishly as she catches Calenthang roll his eyes at the discussion taking place. "When you get two or more priests together, a debate on philosophy usually occurs. We can't help it," she chuckles again, as if she's poking fun at herself this time.
 

Calenthang raises his eyebrows knowingly.
There is more dogma in this little triad than any god would care to interfere with, he thinks to himself humorlessly, never one to worry about if his actions are acceptable to his patroness.
 

Teleri chuckled again and grew more serious. "Well, levity aside, I suggest we go meet our mysterious spirit and see if she greets us with sharp teeth or fair words, no? And if she greets us with either, we must trust nothing she says blindly, for anything that produces that sort of light is suspect, whether it be produced by wards or the creature itself. For evil bonds can etch themselves into an unwilling spirit, slowly corrupting it into insanity and darkness."

She glanced at Calenthang before turning her attention to the others. "And as I said before, there are more evil things than drow and dueger who dwell below. Perhaps the rhyme on the obleisk spoke of this creature." she looked downright grim now. "And if so, we must be doubly on our guard."
 
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"Look around you, friend Teleri," he says solemnly, nudging one of the dead grimlocks with his foot, "we are surrounded by those that dwell below. Let us not concern ourselves with riddles in the dark. We will know the answers when we are in the light above again."
If you think there are worse things that dwell below than the spider-kissers, you have not met one.
 

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