“I’m sayin’ this badly. Look, our fine paladin went sniffing around temples, looking for some god to take him, didn’t he? And then he stopped. And now he’s so wrapped up in you that he’d have gone charging into the Grey Church barehanded if he thought it’d help.” Slate stared at the ceiling. Brenner drummed his fingers on his bicep. “Some men like to be used. Our paladin more than most, I’d say. He couldn’t get a god to do it, fine. He found somebody else.” “You’re saying he wants me to be his god?” Brenner smirked. “Someone to worship, anyhow. And he gets to bed you in the bargain, which is a
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