Linon

Linon puts on an air of mock amazement.

"Cursed you say? Nay, good sir, don't go bowing to me like that, the strain might proove too much! We must get you to a cleric at once! Praise Kord that he has sent us this dwarven maiden to lead us to his temple, or to a tavern, which is the next best thing."

She looks invitingly at Loretta, waiting for her to lead the way.