"A shame. They were crude, but they kept interesting company." People that gained the Mistress' favour. What a delight that had been, to hear honest, raw cries from a new penitent submitting to Her grace!

But further mention of the false accusation pollutes any thoughts of the divine. "I am a torturer, not an executioner. To suggest I would kill a man and end his pain--especially for an Illmatari! It is an insult." The carelessness that would require of him! He couldn't bear the thought. Still, whoever had killed him had shaken the blasphemous stoicism of the rest. Perhaps they should be thanked for it.

And it seems this man before him doesn't think much of the accusations, or the death in general. "They focus on the death of one benighted man, and distract themselves from more pressing matters--I have heard tell that the Absolute's forces are advancing toward Baldur's Gate." He gestures with bound hands toward the outer walls, a small smile returning to his lips. "And they seem to be quite devious sorts."

He had thought to leave the city before a siege began, but to find one of the Absolute's operatives here, within the city's greatest line of defense? Perhaps there will be no war at all.