"How do you do?" Igor greeted the head priest's second-in-command with a humble but confident bow.
The priest smiled at him, inclining his head as if he had nowhere else to be. "I am well, good sir. What is the purpose of your visit tonight?"
His name was Father Veras, a weathered old werefox with silver-streaked red fur and sharp eyes.
Thankfully, Bimo had crafted numerous measures after what had happened with Arzhen's previous forceful summon.
It was true that because Arzhen was close with the Saintess, most of his overreaches were swept under the rug as long as they didn't cause direct harm to the temple.
Including forcing a contracted healer to attend to him whenever he pleased, at any hour of the night, regardless of the healer's other duties.
But Bimo, determined to assist Roarke and resolve this situation, had consulted directly with Angela. And Angela had found him the solution immediately.
She used the conflict inside the temple itself.
