Tarquin sighed and allowed the green ball of light to disappear. Obviously there was nothing he could say to persuade the zealot. If he couldn't persuade the father maybe his 'brother' could. With a swift hand motion the tall elf removed the pendant again and became Taroyn. With a rather unreadable expression on his face the drow stared directly at Beacom. "There is no need for you to raise your voice, father Beacom. Still... Though it quite isn't my concern... What I take from your words is you'd rather let your flock perish in the claws of the beast rather than saving them here and now. You'd rather let your flock sink to the darkness than lead them to the light..." He sounded at the same time disappointed and slightly surprised. "Now, I'm not one to judge, but... Let's just say that in different circumstances you'd make a fine priestess of the Queen."