Galadel strode through the corridors of the temple, her mace hanging from her belt as her golden armor gleamed in the light of sunset. The crown adorning the high paladin’s head was beset with a gem of ruby, a gift from the high priest. She had another assignment.. corruption. With mace and holy fire, she’d cleanse it! With the grace of an aristocratic, she engaged a nearby lost soul in conversation.

“Greetings.”

She bowed gracefully, her beautiful, yet deadly body coiled like a spring.