The two teens eyed each other and laughed even more. “Go back to your second breakfast, old man.”

Old man?! Pellanor’s eyes flared. Without a second thought for diplomacy or measured persuasion, he drew upon his god’s divine power and roared a single word: “Comply!”

The two boys reacted like they were hit with a church steeple: they both dropped to the ground and wailed in terror. The taller teen held up the backpack to the little girl with a single  quivering hand. The amazed little girl grabbed her backpack and clutched it tight to her chest. Without any words, the two teens scrambled to their feet and ran off to the south, wailing in regret as they fled. 

With a polite nod to the somewhat amazed little girl, Pellanor hefted his glaive...

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