The battle with the wyrm was over in just a few minutes. Unlike the others, Eduard didn't rush in to deal with the beast. As adept as he was with his sword, he wasn't a frontline fighter nor did he have the capacity to fight the Wyrm with his blade. He stayed behind, watching the battle unfold, making sure nobody was injured in the exchange. Before he knew it, the beast had been slain, and with no injuries to report. However, the one responsible or at least, partially responsible caught his eye right away. He wielded one of the metal bibles of the fire priests. A rare type of book that he recognized from his work with the Red Saints. Walking over to Anrak, he held his cane with both hands, ready to draw at any moment. 

"A coincidence to see one of those books out here." Said Eduard referencing Anrak's book, gripping the handle of his hidden sword. "I concur with the beastman here. You don't seem like a fire priest to me. Not to mention that recently, one of those very bibles was stolen from the Red Saints." 
Eduard drew his blade in a fast motion, making the thin and sharp sword whistle in the wind. "Explain yourself."