Tamryn pulled the towel from his head. "Boy, you need to be out in the field at some point. I can't think of anyone better than Kralla here to be out there with you."
"But Master! The church..."
"Pah! Most of those old fogies haven't been out of the monastary in fifty years! Let alone go down to the village once in a while, or go out preaching. You're young, you've had training. Now it's time to get your feet wet."
"But master, there are rumours of..."
"Poppycock and balderdash boy! If there's undead in those mountains, I'll eat my..."