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    Synopsis:

    Idle banter between two guards of rhe Absolute. One is young and eager for battle, the other is more seasoned and relaxed - but reveals himself to be a fanatic true believer


  • 0.
    Zealot Bennel
    : You were Flaming Fist before this, weren't you lass?devnote2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_A2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_B
    • 4.
      Acolyte Daine
      : Save your 'lasses' for when you're courting. But aye - how d'you know?devnote
      • 2.
        Zealot Bennel
        : You cheat. Badly.devnote
        End
  • 7.
    Acolyte Daine
    : Ugh. There's blood on these cards.devnote2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_B2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_A = False, 2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_B = False
    • 5.
      Zealot Bennel
      : Aye. My brother's. Had to deal with him after he struck a True Soul - claimed she was some kind of monster.devnote
      • 9.
        Zealot Bennel
        : Had to toss him over that terrace there.devnote
        • 3.
          Acolyte Daine
          : Gods.devnote
          • 1.
            Zealot Bennel
            : God. We belong to just the one now, remember.devnote
            End
  • 10.
    Acolyte Daine
    : I'm sick as shit of looking at your mug. The sooner we march, the better.devnote2235113e-140f-6798-9637-1aa37dc74a05_A
    • 8.
      Zealot Bennel
      : The General's just wrapping up a few loose ends. Besides - city's going nowhere.devnote
      • 6.
        Acolyte Daine
        : Not 'til we get there, anyway.devnote
        End