"Ah, yes! Sir Garrick is blessed!"
"He has attained God's realm before us. We should feel not sorrow, but envy!"
The priests nodded sagely, finding comfort and even a strange pride in this interpretation of the Dragonslayer's likely demise.
It was then that the chaotic news of the approaching elf army reached them.
Instantly, the pious calm vanished. "Elves!" spat a priest, his face contorted in disgust. "Those pagan wood-huggers, who stubbornly deny the Light! Audacious! To approach a city consecrated to His glory! They should all face the holy Inquisition, their tainted bodies and souls cleansed by sacred fire!"
"Indeed! They must be brought before the Light and forced to confess their heresy!"
"That mercenary band... they must have fallen prey to these heathens!"
"Then... shall we arm ourselves and meet them?" one asked tentatively.
