Despite the fact that the man had straightened his posture, the cleric stood his ground with his chin kept properly level. This was just absurd. He had no idea who would have even let a person like this step foot in the temple. Perhaps the usually guards were making some outrageous friends? He’d have to have a talk about it with someone later. For now though, he wasn’t going to let himself be shaken. Not by the attempts of the other man to look imposing, and certainly not by the chuckles that came afterwards about his bit or whatever it was.
He was not amused.
The idea of the man ‘seeing him off’ unsettled him as well, as he still hadn’t put the pieces together. He lacked the context of this man’s nature, because why would he know? He was the connection between Fate and its people. The need for anything in between with the deceased was yet to be imagined by him.
“I am the head of this temple. You should know that, but I know nothing of you. You haven’t given me your name, nor have you been clear about why you’re here. You should leave. Now.”