The Bastard Sword
The Paladin watched as Minsc shouted to his pet hamster Boo that he had found a two handed sword on the table of weapons. The Paladin shook his head at the strangeness that was this ranger, but The Paladin was much more concern with the pink hair thief as she was busy studying a painting against the wall. Supposedly there was something behind it that could be useful to the four of them minus the Druid who was still in her magically locked cage.
The Paladin wanted the pink hair thief to wear a bit armor, but that prevented her from casting spells she would need for combat. It brought a smile to the Paladin's face as he could remember the look on Gorion's surprised face when he told his foster father that he would not follow the path of magic, but would follow the path of a righteousness Paladin under the guidance of Helm. But Gorion was dead killed many years ago.
The Pink hair thief let out a joyful chuckle as she had disarm the trap on the painting and revealed a secret lock behind it. The Paladin smiled a little as he strapped on his armor. He could remember the lessons during his period as a squire. Back then he had dreamed of smiting evil in the name of good. He had smite his evil half brother Sarevok. In doing so the Paladin had saved the lives of millions and prevented the second coming of his father Bhaal. But as he stared at the pink hair thief as she studied a dagger that she had found in the safe behind the painting. He looked back at his hand realized that he wasn't as righteous as he claimed to be
The Paladin grabbed a bastard sword that he found laying across the table full of weapons. It was just a normal sword. Not the powerful sword that he had use to put an end to his half brother. But the Paladin felt it would do for his present needs. He asked for the dagger in Imoen's hand. She gladly handed it over to him. She didn't have to tell the Paladin that this dagger had a little bit of magic into it. He smiled at the tiny weapon realizing that it would make a perfect weapon for his off hand.
The Paladin could remember all the hours that he had practice his blade work back in Candlekeep. The Paladin remember how it only improved when he was force into the life of an adventure after the murder of his foster father. The Paladin sheathed his weapons and picked up a weapon for the cage Jaheira. Underneath the scimitar that he found a key. He suspected that it was the key to free Jaheira.
"This is just perfect for cutting people down to size." Imoen joked and The Paladin chuckled bit. The pink hair thief was always this cheerful as long as he could remember.
But the Paladin shook those thoughts from his head. Memories wouldn't help him here. Because it didn't matter that he had a late foster father. It didn't matter that he killed his evil half brother and saved countless lives. It didn't matter if he didn't have faith in Helm or his own righteousness. All that mattered was protecting this young women. The Paladin gripped the handle of the bastard sword tightly knowing fully well that this weapon would do wonders for that.
