"Danit Arstain had already accepted me as his new liege," Aleric said. "But he is too busy to tell you that in person."
Even now, Lodimar didn't stop praying; only moved to another page.
"Listen not to the witch, for only poison and lies fall from her tongue! Don't let her charms cloud your eyes, for she will steal the minds and souls of weak men. Let your heart be open only to the holy prayer. With words of this prayer, let the Light deliver us. Let the Light send us a righteous hand to protect us. Let the Light's blessed servants come and save us! This is The Word, this is the Truth!"
Lodimar could only pray and believe. He had sent letters, many letters, and even got some responses. A respected inquisitor, Garron Redain, has even agreed that the necromancer was a terrible threat. Surely, at least someone was coming to help Oakdale?
Lodimar didn't know that the same Garron decided that the nearby forces weren't powerful enough to attack Aleric at this point.
