(Continued from Grim Recollections)Malithar was relieved to know magic wouldn\'t be a large issue. The Prior was likely busy, anyways. The heretic still knew magic, and perhaps might have learned something new since his excommunication, but a single arrow would relieve that problem. "The heretic was a priest. He still has the favor of many gods, although, some, like myself, are quite upset with him. He\'ll have basic spells, and he might have something... darker, now that he\'s been cut off from his life. His family wasn\'t exactly..." Malithar paused, trying to explain delicately. "His family was tortured, and murdered, one at a time, until we found out where he went. It was for nothing, too. He lied to them, to protect himself, and now he has to live with the fact that he\'s responsable for their deaths. He isn\'t very happy with that at all."
"To be honest, the man himself isn\'t a threat. It\'s what he\'s done, and what he means to do again. The man killed an elven priest. A high elder, at that. He\'s a religious man who killed another religious man, and we don\'t know why. That\'s what makes him dangerous. Zealots usually work together towards one goal, even if their motives are different." Malithar sighed, venting his fustrations. "Jovan was a low priest. If a low priest can kill an elder, and get away with it, who else might try such a thing? The heretic is a religious man of one sense, but at the same time, he\'s a blight."
Watching his followers dart off to carry out his orders, he tried to guess how many men would arrive. He had a score of templars in the first file, but most were in other districts, too far to be of any help. With the Marshal Koravel; his cousin, and the captain of the first file; Besazaal, he\'d likely account for half a dozen. A half dozen trained men of the order. Would it be enough?
And an assassin. Perhaps. Perhaps it would suffice. It would be better if the Prior chose to attend the battle, but the man was unreliable. He was human, after all. Not exactly Malithar\'s best bet for head of the priest\'s sect of the order, but the man was powerful, and devout.
As they moved further from the tavern, he studied the area, the people in it. Many he recognized. Most were grey elves. It was odd seeing a girl like the assassin about, but the region wasn\'t unknown to tourists and the like. By the time he had finished explaining Jovan, they were already starting out past the fringes of the city.
He was happy the light was starting to fail. Night would be bright with moonlight, but the mercenaries\' eyesight wouldn\'t be as sharp as the templars or the assassin\'s. Grey elves, and a child of the shadow. He wondered just how appropriate of a name that was for Idrial. Was she the sort of assassin to kill in plain sight, with a crowd to mask the deed, or at night? Perhaps both. Perhaps something different alltogether. Still, the name seemed to fit.
"How dangerous is the Raven that you must contain the information she holds?" Malithar asked, casually glancing over at Idrial. He was sure the Raven was a threat, but wanted to hear it in the assassin\'s own words.
