Get off my Back!

Marlon stares up at the old Abbot’s wrinkled face and awaits his response.

“That… That’s surprisingly generous of you, young man.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Marlon attempts to explain.

“It ain't that generous your worshipfullness sir. Lately, I’ve bin feeling more likes a mule than a warrior.”

The kindly Abbot smiles for a moment before, again becoming more serious.

“I fully understand your reasons and even applaud them but I still can’t grant what you’re asking for. Animating the dead is inherently evil and Flesh Golems are no exception."

Shoulders sagging, Marlon nods. Maybe he should have just asked for a magic helmet or something?

Like the sun coming out though, the Abbot of Fharlanghn smiles again.

“Worry not son. There are still a few other, less evil, ways to accomplish what your immobile friend requires…”