"I do not wish to soil my time by spending it on you revolting fools." Markus' words were cold and heartless. He didn't mind speaking his mind bluntly, he had no real interest what these 'deity worshipers' thought of him. "You can go and have your meaningless end with your minions, I have matters to attend to." With that he pushed the High-Priest out of his way and started heading to the stables to retrieve his horse so he could leave. Suddenly, a town citizen threw a tomato at Markus and it splattered on his armor. Markus stopped and turned around, staring the citizen down, "Excuse me? I hope I'm mistaken, but did you just throw a tomato at me?" He drew his monstrous blade out of the sheath on his back and advanced toward them. "Let me teach you a lesson in manners, you insolent peasant!"