The spirit took the form of a giant minotaur, taking its body from the water in the town’s well.
The centurion donned his armor and picked up his sword. The priestess put a forestalling hand on his arm. Instead, she put on her headdress and swung her silver chain, taking on the beast alone. He couldn’t slay the formless beast, and she couldn’t risk him fouling the settlement’s water supply.
She worked with patience and persistence. Slowly, the raging spirit calmed and finally disappeared.
She watched the centurion watching her work. She knew he would not be so easily appeased.

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