He smiles, and stretches. "I think they can feel my patrons aura around me. It's effects are still lingering from his blessing a couple years back, when we were preparing to fight the lich." He sighs. "I think they see me as a sort of prophet, a bringer of death and destruction, even though I've made no move to threaten anyone in the few years I've been here." He shrugs. "I'd have to confront them about it to know for sure, but if I did, then I'd be seen as their leader, and the holy man would hunt me down without mercy. I don't want a bloodbath on my hands." He rests his hands on the head of his scythe. "What do you think I should do?"