Despite the well reasoned and restrained hostility of de Bray, the priest but only brought both his hands back rest around his crude belt. He bobbed his head quietly, listening to the man's words. The priest did not smile nor did he frown throughout, seeming pensive for a few prolonged moments before he at last spoke.

"We are all going to be judged, friend, I probably more than any of you in the eyes of our god. So I don't envy your position in this cell knowing that I too will need come before the ultimate judge one day. And while he is merciful, I know without doubt in my heart that he will know each instance of my deeds in greater detail than that which I will be judging in your sum." 

He said nothing more after, calm eyes looking away from the incarcerated man before he straightened himself up before the cell door. For a moment the youthful priest's gaze closed tightly and relaxed until he simply stared upon his fellow man. Just as before, no word or break in character came to pass and instead when it seemed he finished, he addressed the justice. The same peculiar ritual was played out and the old, clean cut man kept the scowl that played across his ivory dusted face. By the time they had finished, de Bray was left only knowing that whatever magic had stared him down, he would not know the answer even for himself. Was he truly as guilty as he stood accused or was he an innocent man made example of? The duo, however, gave him no clear insight as to if he was or was not.

Again, the judge spoke up following an adjustment of his more elaborate costume for the event, "Judgment in the eyes of the holy has been passed. You may pronounce divine judgment in the eyes of our god upon the next."

The priest stepped back from the cell, whose bars de Bray held upon, grim smile still upon his lips the entire time. There was more to be said as well, too much more, but now was not the time. Instead, the matter fell to Gorosk as the procession arrived at the mouth of his cell. For the first time the half-orc could see both men, one years younger than he and one many more. Each fit the bill as he had first seen them outside the window and even with dawn peaking behind him, the darkness and the glow of the torches that lit them made them far more theatrical than they would have been otherwise.

"Please come forward, orc, and allow judgment."

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