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The large man felt moved, He'd known that Larry had delved deeply into forbidden magics, and become corrupted by a lust for teh control over life and death a moderator possesses. Was he that different then from a paladin who had fallen, lost everything, and searched for any way to restore his honor... The difference was one of scope he decided at length, for corrupting onesself further in order to absolve onesself of a misdeed was simply going the opposite route from where he should have.
A single tear fell unbidden from the large warrior's eye, rolled down his gruff face, and was quickly lost in the thick beard. A hand, calloused from years of hard living rested upon Larry's shoulder, the suprisingly gentle squeeze was the only other reaction Morguerat gave.
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