The priest grinned, "And the more meat a meatshield has the more useful it is, I know well the uses and limitations of the dark arts.  But go ahead and free my spirit from its mortal coil. . . For if you strike me down my spirit of redemption and vengeance shall be more powerful than you can possibly imagine."<br/><br/>It was tempting to dip back into the shadow arts.  His body nearly trembled with the thought of once again experiencing the narcotic bliss of drawing upon the dark and fel.  He could reach out and dominate the death knight's mind, or inflict pain and suffering while calling forth shadow fiends. . .  But that might be the Death Knight's true goal, to have the redeemed priest fall once again. . .<br/><br/>He was taken from his thoughts by the death knight's question, "How long were you and your mate together, how old are your children?" he asked in turn.