“I can control what my fires burn,” Alanic said matter-of-factly. Zorian was honestly stumped at that. That kind of thing was possible? “I also have a divine artifact that can heal any burns so long as the victim is still alive. Regardless of how things looked to you, you were in very little danger. Still, you clearly thought I was being excessively aggressive, and you still held back against me. That kind of hesitation will get you killed someday. As it almost did a few days ago.”
“I knew this was about those riflemen I disabled,” Zorian mumbled.
“Yes. Disabled. They tried to kill you, with an ambush, no less, and you went out of the way to simply knock them out. There is being merciful and there is being stupid.”
“Are you sure you’re a priest?” grumbled Zorian.
“A warrior pries
