Stone Circle "Swing for the fences, son." he must have told you once.

oh, the little missionary. the impassioned voice of the pretty paladin. merrick's mouth slowly slipped in a smirk that only grew longer and longer the more he was lectured by the easthollow wolf. revui's son responded in fear, and the coywolf was approving of that.
"i'm his god. i'll always be his god," merrick indicated the child with a dip of his crown, single eye roving back to the stern and beautiful easthollow wolf. "you don't need good or evil when you worship someone," he mumbled softly, affectionately, gaze softening into something as close to affection as he could muster. "and i worship the bears of ursus."
the spell dissolved in the next instant. merrick sighed, gathered himself up. "we should be getting home." his stare had not left the stranger. 
"good looking out." mocking, mocking, for merrick would not have spared a child of easthollow.
weakness in the armor of the holy warrior.