"I see but one hope, sire. Only the Holy Order may deliver us from such demons."
The advisor quickly sends servants to fetch the candidates. The first one goes to search in the church where he finds the Order's
songstress and priestess-in-waiting in deep prayer.
"Of course." she curtsies once the message is delivered. "It is my duty and honor to offer my life and body for the kingdom."
She nods, with some disdain, to the altar boy, a young ruffian to fetch her things and follow her.
Soon they stand before the king, along with two more: a paladin, head of the Rose Knights, and a half naked man in meditation sent directly from the monastery.
"Heey, hey, how long are we going to be waiting?" the altar boy now wearing street clothes and cheap armor loudly exclaims.
The advisor coughs.
"Sire, the candidate have arrived."
"But who is this arrogant child?
"Sire, I beg your pardon, but these are difficult times and we need all the help we can find. He arrived with the legions and took a temporary position in the church for food and shelter." He leans closer and whispers: "I hear he's a mercenary of some renown...Could be useful to stay on his good side. For a dangerous task like this fodder with skill might just be what your majesty is looking for."
"Cough. Well. Hear our decision. The holy quest shall be carried out by the..."
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