I have received a call from God and so I go forth into the world. The kind brothers at Northshire Abbey have armed me with a two-handed war hammer and given me some initial training, although they are charging me for the training. It's strange, but there seems to be a rather large concentration of spies and wargs in the area. They don't seem to be doing much about this.
There is also a large number of goblin assassins to the North of the Abbey and wounded soldiers, laying comatose in the grass there, have apparently been abandoned to their fate. I do not wish to cast aspersions on those who are also engaged in God's work but this just doesn't feel right to me. I am now glad that, owing to my gender, I was unable to join the brothers in their work. As stalwart as the lay brothers are, those who have somewhat more authority do not quite seem to be the sort of people that I would wish to continue to associate myself with.
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