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Khamisi shivered at the man's words; surely his traveling companions were fine. Deep down, though, he knew and trusted that the warrior before him was right. Letting out a sigh, the priest bowed his head and said a short prayer for the departed spirits while gesturing the traditional burial blessings.
"This evil, then, needs to be smote. Where...where have you come from and why are you here then?" 
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