Gnight

Frumious wasn't exactly comfortable with the term "knight." He was a simple priest wearing homespun. True, he had a nifty mace, and could cast a spell or two, but he had seen men with combat prowess in action. Men of action, men of valor. Frumious wasn't sure he would stand up to comparison.

The bishop saw a large man in the spirit of a gnome. Frumious would reflect on what that meant. His gift was a blessing, but it was also a responsibility. He hoped he would honor it.