Father Beacom looked down his hawkish nose at the half-orc, as if offended at even the suggestion that he had taken liberties with the image of the goddess.  "It was repaired only," he answered, but sidestepped the rest of Rockmar's question with one of his own.  "Are the original pieces of some use to you?"

The idea of the strangers rummaging around his church without him to keep at eye on things did not sit well with him.  And possibly even worse was Tarquin's seeming suggestion that he had not been praying since the beast arrived.  His eyes opened wider, obviously irritated and feeling as if he was somehow being hustled, "I have done my daily devotions, elf.  What is you hope to gain ...  or steal... by distracting me here while they are freed to do as they will?!"