Page_0: "My dearest Mavel,

I'm so infuriated! I can't believe the gall of that man! Brother Barnebus has made it no secret that he thinks I'm an 'unholy heathen'. He actually called me a Pagan once, and implied that I worship the Trickster. His latest inanity is that he thinks I'm a necromancer and want to raise the dead. I wouldn't pay any heed to such a close-minded zealot, but lately he has taken to camping outside my door and keeping customers from entering. If I can't find some way to make him leave, I'll go out of business! Why did I ever open a shop next door to a Hammerite chapel?
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