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averris' eyebrows raise. "Perhaps you are unfamiliar with our ways, warrior...but a 'sorcerer' is one who hasn't accepted the Firebird's salvation like those of our order." He gestures behind him into the darkness, where doubtless other zealots await their leader's orders. "But of course, a foreigner might be forgiven his ignorance." Tonar's eyes narrow at the mage's thinly-veiled threat. "Magic is magic. It's a tool to be used, for good or ill. The same is true of this," he raises the sword vertically, point still pointing toward the ground. "Question is, does the wielder have a worthy purpose?" "If a sword were forged in the blood of a babe," counters Daverris, "no doubt a dark weapon...would you call it still a mere tool?" The people of this religion, it seems, have different opinions on the matter. "And even a mere sword is an abomination in the hands of one who uses it ill." His voice is pious rather than insinuating, and not once do his eyes leave Tonar's for the great sword. Caeric's lips twitch upwards, his mind racing as he glances back towards Tonar, trying to recall all he can about the local pantheon, as well as any similarities to other lands that he knows--especially to the tales of Her Glory. He returns his gaze to the white robed fellow and nods slowly. "'Tis a point he makes, Captain. That I have traveled, one thing have I seen ofttimes. Those who serve a god do _usually_ use those gifts they have been given in service. Their Lord or Lady's service, be he called the Firebird here, or another phrase they would name him elsewhere, or even more distant Lords as one may find in Caltin, and Viracia far to the East, and his service is for the good. Yet e'en so, there are always some who walk a darker path. In my land they served the one we called the Nameless, yet in most lands they or their minions seem to work for his service, and neither you, nor any here I think would term them either unconverted sorcerers, or as having a worthy purpose." [GM's note: Tonar knows that there are doctrinal similarities between the Sorevvan worship of the Firebird and the Ezinen worship--the former being more hierarchical and centralized, the latter split into competing sects since the Drowning. As for Caeric, in his travels he has probably encountered religions with a narrowness-of-belief concerning *others'* use of magic, whether as a "perversion" of their god's gifts...or in the service of "demons" or whatever the local terminology might be.] Daverris laughs--a silent laugh, without much humor. "You must have been dedicated to a saint of literature and rhetoric, then, my garrulous friend." He looks at Tonar and says, drily, "And you--you are as blunt of speech as he is roundabout. An interesting pair, all in all." Caeric pauses, frowning back at Tonar and then towards the road before returning his attention to the Captain. "In some lands, as my own, the servants of this darkness are not harried as they are here for the Orders are grown too few. Hence, a less trusting place, for one grows to the habit of watching for Them."
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