Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

“No.” He says lowly. His faces turning towards her again. “I’ve not been forgiven, but I’m given a temporary pardon. As long as I continue at Gods side. He forgives, but he never forgets.” 

He stands then, his neck still craning to look at the darker woman. His smile is less there, but present nonetheless. “What do you plan to gain from Ironclan?” He asks then. “I have other ideas, but this is but a stepping stone to much greater things.” He steps in closer to her, eyes intense as he looks into her own. “My mind is one of an artist and these new lands are my canvas.” A brief pause and his lips tilt upwards just a bit more and he tilts his chin up to her. “Would you like to help me paint a masterpiece? A piece that would be remembered for millenniums to come. Preserved and handled so delicately, but able to withstand the most horrid of conditions.” His eyes flutter closed for a moment. “It would be beautiful. It would be for God and he would repay us in full. I’m sure of it.” He ends languidly, O’Mally’s voice silky smooth with that certain rough, deepness he attributes to it.