Well, no objections from this corner. Tintin pets Milou, and scratches him behind the ears.

     Milou shakes himself vigorously and delightedly. "-ahem, right. You asked what you must do. I regret to say that, being only a minor functionary, I do not know the exact details. I know that you are opposed by both Hell and the Abyss, and that you will have an influence on more than one major conflict. I may sometimes be granted an augury, telling us to go in a certain direction or to investigate something, but most of the time we will be wandering on our own initiative, adventuring and helping people as we can. Any questions?"

Tintin caresses Zarhan's pommel thoughtfully. "...not really. It sounds... fun, really."

Will there be stabbing? Zarhan likes stabbing.

"There is very likely to be stabbing," Tintin says.

    "...I think I heard him that time," Milou comments. "I suppose that means the empathic bond is settling into place."

"Oh, excellent! Zarhan, Milou, Milou, Zarhan. I cannot make you friends, but I can hope that you will be, because I like you both."

Oh! It might be nice to have more than one friend.

"I cannot recommend it highly enough! So, Milou - have you any divine guidance, or shall I simply set off towards the nearest city to seek my fortune?"

     "The latter," Milou says. "And I'll try to get you up to speed on your new powers along the way."

"-new powers?" Tintin asks.

     "You are a paladin. That means you channel the power of Heaven. My job - or part of it - is to guide you in the use of that power."

Tintin beams. "I had thought that - this was more of an honorary arrangement."

     "No, you're an actual paladin. We're already sticking our necks out, and Heaven doesn't work in half measures."

Powers? Powers seem good! Powers would probably help if there were more bitey creature attacks.