I stopped in my tracks and turned to him.
"They said you defeated the gate guardian. Did you?"
I looked to his left. A full-clad paladin stood behind him, positioned to the right, eyes dark and almost inhuman. His white cape flowed gently with the wind as the snow began to pick up around us.
I thought about my response for a moment, weighing the pros and cons according to what my smart ass could afford to think up right then.
If I told him the truth, it'd only raise more questions. If I lied, it would certainly raise more questions too.
But the two types of questions were different.
The first would put me under suspicion — intense questioning about who this mysterious individual was, what they looked like, what they could do. All of which I had no answers to. The church and I weren't exactly on the same page about... well, anything. This could lead to a lot of problems I wasn't sure I had the capability to handle.
