[To his ear, Enrico sounded ill. Ill at heart however was oftentimes a rare and foreign concept when applied to his ward. Last he had seen. No. Heard, from him, were diligent orders, full of zeal and perhaps even rapture for what was about to unfold by his command. The paladin as been happy for once to hear him so filled with joy to do God's work... yet how it played out for his subordinates and himself, had left the priest slightly ajar.]

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[Enrico's seemingly tremulous respite did not alleviate that feeling anymore.]

Alrecht, dinnae move. Ah'll be wit ye shortly, awe rite?