Brother Michael’s paladin training made him a stalwart protector and unwavering champion of the innocent, skilled in martial combat, divine endurance, and the sacred rites of guardianship and last prayers for the dead. He wear a light chainmail and a zweihander sword with his two hands. He is a striking figure: silver-haired, broad-shouldered, and steady, moving with the calm certainty of someone forged in the same fire that blessed his chainmail, his presence alone enough to inspire courage. Hi

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