Loretta against found herself restraining a crinkle of the nose at this comment. Holy men — holy<i>dwarves</i>, as well — were the worst. They were everything she despised, all rolled into one. She hadn’t always hated them, but if she had faith in their lord, she wouldn’t be where she was now. Her dislike was a mix of anger, bitterness, and resentment.<br/><br/>But the dwarf was likeable. When he accused her of casting a spell on Erebus, then burst into laughter, she couldn’t help but chuckle as well. “<b>Funny, he said something similar to me too,</b>” she said, recalling his first words to her, asking if she was a witch. If they were so similar, “<b>You two must be very close.</b>”