Valek narrowed his eyes in cold disgust at the horrible abomination before him. What was this unholy spawn who dared to speak so haughtily before his presence? Valek was no ordinary priest, not so in the slightest. He did not dress in the manner of the higher ups; where as they were plump and bald, he retained a slim, almost bony figure in black garbs as dark hair crowned his head. Therefor, he was not to be taken lightly by some arrogant mishap of mankind who foolishly believed his generous benefactor was to be labeled that same as all the other cattle. And yet, Valek simply took in the clown's words, nodding when he felt it was appropriate to do so.

"You want money? Granted." The pig would not receive it. "Church immunity? You have my blessing." Another lie. "And, this Azga then? I will personally insure you have the opportunity to plant a knife in his back." Valek nearly snorted in amusement at the ring of his own words . The witch would no doubt find his own severed head next to his most despised leader's. God took no mercy from a traitor and a coward. Valek would be no different as his voice remained stoic and icy throughout the entire exchange.

"Very well then witch. You claim to have information? Enlighten me then, less you run and cling to your precious life."