Zevran: You've had another fight with the Templars.
HoF: By the age of twenty-five, every wizard ages ten years every time the templar reads him a sermon on how not to succumb to the temptation of demons. My life is in sin until a demon or Creator takes me away. You get tired of it quickly.
Zevran: Well, with such a sinful appearance like yours I would be on my knees from morning to night.
HoF: Zevran
Zevran: Don't try not to laugh, my dear. You know it's funny.
HoF: Okay, you got me. It's too funny and I'm going to hell for laughing. But there is a dark side to them. Templars succumb to this sin and harm mages, if you know what I mean. But mages are blamed for everything. So don't tell anyone that I was laughing at it.
Zevran: My lips are tightly closed.
HoF: Makers breath
Zevran: You already believe in the Creator, right? And I haven't even made you sin properly yet.
HoF: (laughing)
Zevran: I'm glad you're laughing. There's a dark side to such jokes, right? I can kill anyone who has offended you or whom you doubt.
HoF: Thank you. If I need help, you'll be the first. That's not what I meant...
Zevran: And am I vulgarizing everything?
HoF: Yes!












