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[center][color=7CFC00]Acolyte Cantor Amentha[/color][/center]
[right]Location: A7 - Ordo Benevolence[/right] 
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[color=7CFC00]"My biggest martial achievement was to lay down a small giant."[/color] He chuckled. A small caveat is the feat was performed with gears. He needs his chainmail, a shield, 2 pikes, 5 caltrops, an axe, and 2 poisoned pigs as bait. This did not include the other gear his ten battle brothers were wearing. The total price was nothing less than 500 gold. Of course, the monastery provided for them when he was one of the battle brothers and even then they still came out with two suffered medium injuries. All of them sustained some minor bruising.

None of the gears are with him now, save for his embalming gears and herbs. This includes 5 knives, a handpump, scissors and clamps, a saw, embalming fluids, and restoration gears. He doesn't even have light armor for crying out loud. But still, if what she said is true, perhaps there is gold to make. His lack of weapons posed a challenge, however. He could use his knives, but one wrong flick and the blade is sure to bend or lose its edge. Perhaps fists...? Brawl is a study and being unharmed in a brawl is a feat...

Perplexed by the enigma of war and violence, Acolyte Cantor decided to study the woman as she is studying him now. His right hand somewhat covered his mouth, the index finger tapped with the random rhythm his subconscious orchestrated. Despite being smaller in size, the humanoid figure carried a certain gives of dexterity and nimbleness. Her chest rises and falls with the sturdiness of a farmer sowing seeds. This, of course, brought Cantor's attention to her black robe and brown leather apron. He could not discern which ordo she came from, or what mission this Sister followed. 

[color=7CFC00]"So we are in a dead cycle."[/color] Cantor said while continuing to familiarize himself with Sister Laina's features. [color=7CFC00] "None of us here excel at fighting while the landlord continued to charge rent..."[/color] He paused, taking in the pupil's color and the frowned eyebrows of his observer. [color=7CFC00]"It would have been different had we been like vultures or hyenas, predators that preyed on the weak and ..."[/color] [i]How dare they, have they forgotten the words of God and his message? How dare they, with foul tongues and dirty fingers, defilling our cleanliness? And how could they, from the bottom of their heart, choose to turn a blind eye and snuff out the compassion of a man who devote everything to His Mission?[/i]

Taken aback by his poisonous words and degrading thoughts, Cantor apologized to his Sister.[color=7CFC00]"Forgive me, Sister Laina. Forgive me for my rage and degrading thoughts."[/color]

[color=7CFC00]"Still, I am not a person who idled in the face of destruction. Would you care to join me for an early morning stroll? I would like to get the lay of the land as well as the difficulties from the First Floor."[/color]