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One look at me you'd not think me a religious man. I've lied, cheated, stolen, and stuck my share of blades in people's backs. But Sarenrae teaches us of redemption. If she's willing to see the good in a sorry sod like myself, then who am I to turn down that opportunity. I'll tell you now that this paladinhood isn't an easy road. I've strayed from the path a few times, and often its easy to lose myself in the old ways. Like this time we were quelling a plague in the Andoran lowlands.

We came upon some cultists that were spreading the plague, only they dressed themselves real nice, like a couple of flower merchants. They were amateur con artists at best, and I saw through their second-rate disguises immediately. My allies though, they were too naive. So rather than lose my advantage over these traitorous plague-spreaders and reveal their identities, I attacked the cultists first--firing a crossbow bolt into their leader's throat while he offered me a flower. I knew Sarenrae would not approve, but I also knew these villains needed to be stopped, no matter the cost to my soul. After our work was done in those foul woods I sought out absolution and found it in forgiving embrace of the Dawnflower once more. It was a price I gladly paid, and would do so again.

Being the sword of your deity is tricky business and at times it can be restrictive, like a blade stowed in a sheath. But when you are drawn forth as an instrument of holy punishment, there is no purer task I would wish to perform.