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"Hey Dread." The priestess called.

"Yea, Mirith?" The orc peered at her.

"I'm you!" She cackled behind the orc mask.

"..." The orc stared blankly, "Hang on." He then left to go fetch something.

The priestess blinks several times.

The orc returns, dressed to the nines in plate and chainmail of the Silver Hand, "I'm a paladin!"

The priestess began laughing once more.