The priest kept his position in the middle of the room with practiced ease; his posture stood tall, with his hands folded in front of him. He spoke once more, his tone friendly and welcoming, but there was more behind it.
The feeling he gave Morena was an irregular one; she didn't trust the man, even though his face held a smile. He was like a snake, one that hid in the grass waiting to snap at anything that lowered its guard.
She found him distrustful almost instantly and didn't want to interact with him. But that wasn't an option she had at the moment.
"I do hope you fine ladies and gentlemen excuse the rush in calling this meeting, as well as the lack of procedures. Tonight isn't one for pleasantries, but instead for the safety, not just ours, but for the people as well. Safety of the city, safety of the faithful."
He spoke with a tongue coated in honey, yet no one believed a single word that left his mouth, but no one spoke against them either.
