Well, I was thinking possibly Pondor Stibbons, except that I'm not that much on the cutting edge of the cult (the occult has always been good enough for me).
However, the Dean also seems to be a pretty good fit, except I weigh in at 17 stone, so that's a little lightweight... "...then he tore a thin strip off the bottom of his robe, held it dramatically in both hands, and tied it around his forehead.
"'It's part of the ethos,' he said, in answer to their penetratingly unspoken question. 'That's what the warriors on the Counterweight Continent do before they go into battle. And you have to shout...er, bonsai. Yes. Bonsai!'"
"No, it's definitely got to be bonsai...on account of it all being part of bushido. Like...small trees. Bush-i-do. Yeah. Makes sense, when you think about it."
He noticed Ludmilla standing with her mouth open. "This is wizard talk."
"What's the use of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?"
***
It was sad music. But it waved the sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could but you were still alive.
The Dean, whw was as impressionable as a dollop of warm wax, wondered if he could learn to play the harmonica.
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