Provos answers the man with, "The will of the Brathmordakin, they are my sole reason for being anywhere. Do you not recognize the cloak of Legion of Mercy member? Or have the people forgotten about the Mountain Dwarves?"
The man appears taken a back a bit and begins to stutter and say, "Well... uhh its been quite some since anyone of the Legion has been to our city, we thought perhaps the Legion had disapearred ?"
I reply coldly with, "It hasn't."
As the man stares deeply at my cloak, trying to gain any sense of whom I might be, Provos pushes past him and begins to travel down the main street towards the local temple, reaching to grip the leather on his axe and feel the beads on its hilt, given to him by his mother for his 60th birthday.
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