"Good sir, I must confess to you. I am no priestess of Lord Varoon's. Will you still offer me your hospitality, knowing this?"
Sir Eltoon smiled. "In truth, my lady, I did already know this. For I am the assistant high priest to Lord Varoon."
Shock registered on Dauphin's face. "Then we both lied?" she exclaimed.
A momentary frown passed over Sir Eltoon's visage. "No, my lady. My word is my life. I would never lie. You see, my father was a lord of Drashmire, but my mother was their high priestess. I, as the only child, have inherited the ranks and duties of both. I am, so to speak, two people in one. I ask you again, will you come with me?"
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