The matter of the Imp...

"Your companion," the corner of Ilmara's mouth twitches, "the Imp you brought with you."

You blink at her, feeling the joy you had felt moments ago draining away.

"Paladin, but...but the Supreme War Mother said that-" your voice sounds whiny and high pitched even to your own ears, and Ilmara doesn't let you finish your plea, silencing you with a single wave of her hand.

"I know what the War Mother said, Sister. You should know that I had some things to say to her in return. And while I do not intend to usurp her authority while she's leading our forces on the battlefield against Thoros, neither do I intend to allow one of its kind to simply flit around this holy place as it wishes. Unsettling rumors have reached me, Sister." Her dark eyes stare at you unflinchingly.

"R-rumors, Paladin? What rumors?" Your chest tightens with guilt and fear.

"Rumors of sisters and acolytes visiting your chambers, and engaging in," Ilmara hesitates for a brief moment, mouth crinkled in distaste, "various acts with this Imp. Now," she holds up a hand, forestalling the denials bubbling up from within, "I am not interested in starting an inquisition at this abbey while our Order is fighting for its life and the fate of the realm. We've had our share of zealots, and they have done more to destroy us than the vilest demons. I know that you remain pure in the eyes of our Goddess, otherwise we would be having a very different conversation."

You breathe a mental sigh of relief, which turns out to be premature.

"I will remind you, Sister Sabine," Ilmara's eyes narrow as if she sensed your thoughts, "that candidates for the Order of the Paladins undergo a rite of purification. And if the Goddess reveals any taint - any taint - on you in this holy ceremony, you will loose all claim to the rank of Paladin. In the meantime, one of my Paladin Initiates will be keeping a close eye on the Imp. Am I understood?"

You bite your lip, and nod. It's not like you have a choice - but a whole week without the Imp's delicious seed? But its just a week, and then you will be a Paladin! Wait, is a week enough for his virile essence to leave your body? He's been stuffing your ass every night since you've got to the abbey, and just this morning he fed you two thick loads. And what about this Paladin Initiate who will be watching him? Maybe there's a way...

"Good. You are dismissed, Sister Sabine," Paladin Ilmara's attention is already back on the paperwork in front of her.

"Yes, Paladin," you say and turn to leave, elation, fear and uncertainty roiling in you.