Chapter 84
The trio smiled politely at his attempted humor, but they were spared from having to comment by a knock at the door. As Philotheos had not moved more than a few steps from the door since Charis left, he simply reached over and opened the door again. Standing there was a man in his late forties, five feet eight inches tall, with light brown hair, and skin that was deeply tanned from constant sun exposure. His clothing was obviously well made, but also functional. He was smiling broadly at Philotheos, and he moved forward quickly to hug the old priest, giving him a few exuberant smacks to the back in greeting. Witnessing the power in those friendly strikes, David had a sudden suspicion of why the old man was in such good shape, it was necessary for his survival! Looking past the happy frie
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