Larksong Grotto eat your kings

Though he listened in silence as the strangers spoke, Hiram could not help but stand by his wife in full. He shared her same concerns -- this inquisition and their insistence that they had been led astray was simply ridiculous. Though Jhala's speech was sullied by profanity, Hiram felt the same convictions. So, when the stranger, the woman resembling Kesheph, rebuked his wife, Hiram felt the hair on his back stand on end. He scowled.

"This is madness," spoke the Cardinal, digging his heels into the dirt resistantly. He looked to Hosannah and felt completely betrayed that she would lead such a party to him. This was no blessing, this was a curse. Even now, he knew it would be his undoing. He had a wife, children, and a church to protect. The presence of these inquisitors threatened the very existence of everything Hiram held dear.

"My church may belong to the Daystar, but this is my home," he snapped. "You have shown not only disrespect to myself, but everyone else who calls the grotto home as a place of worship." His dissapointment with Kesheph was unparalleled. He shook his head toward the old Seer. "I will not sully sacred ground with violence, but unless one of you can tell me a good reason as to why my church isn't pure, then I'd suggest you return home."