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Jhala didn't buy it. She was a true heathen, and while Hiram saw a halo atop his wife's head, these strangers saw nothing but the fire and damnation that burned in her eyes. She believed in no gods, she worshipped and followed those who she had physically contact and trust in-- currently, Hiram. Pharos had joined them, his nature and words calming the outsiders and maybe even Hiram, but Jhala could not be tamed with words, for she was a wolf of action. 

Unable to contain her emotions, and fearing she would do something to upset her husband, the Grand Vicar gave a final snarl to the outsiders, shooting Hiram a look, and began to stall off. He'd know what it meant-- or maybe he would be too blinded by the light of Raas, but she'd made up her mind regardless. This religion had tainted her entire existence. She'd lived with it for this long, under better circumstances, but this was too far.