What happens when a defender of the faith teams up with three notorious thieves? Can anyone be truly honest? Read the Story!
Nobody Trusts a Paladin
A man stood in the doorway, tall with dark hair and neatly trimmed beard. Nora recognized his shiny plate armor and the emblem of a sword and chalice brandished on his chest. From behind him, beams of angelic light poured inward and beyond. For a moment, he just stood there alone, his shadow dominating the entire throne room. Then he moved inward and down the entry steps. He raised his sword in both his hands and held it poised, beckoning any challengers. Nora said, “It is Erik. He has come for us at last.” “I don’t believe it?” said Rankin. “What fool would step into a room like this? Alone? What could he be thinking?” “It is suicide,” Dobber said.