The wood elf is annoying, but he does have a point,
the paladin thought. Even at the head of the column, it was hard to miss Fistar's nattering.
The sight of the Temple made her heart swell with pride, but as much as she wanted to run up the steps and hug the nearest priest--home! normalcy!--that would be undignified. Not to mention that there was the suspicious feeling.
Not the best at subterfuge, she turned her head this way and that to scan the crowd, green eyes sharp and a slight frown on her face. Straightforward as she might be, she felt the first twitchings of an urge to cram a sock in Fistar's mouth.
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