The playful words coming from the stranger were given no reply. He fell silent. No, in fact he was not at all used to having his authority ignored. He usually never even had to request compliance. Members of the Shadow Society followed his word without question and stayed out of his way. It was a special treatment that he had to actively request, and it was one that kept him locked away in his god’s temple indefinitely. Only in rare moments of when he was accompanied with Chaos was he ever allowed step out of the area. However, now that he actually was being confronted, he wasn’t going to let it stand. Not for him, but for the respect of the society, it’s beliefs, and the deceased high priest.
The things that he witnessed the man do were bizarre, but in the context unacceptable. Even if he had a guess as to what was happening, he did not have the slightest understanding of what was really going on. Being a dutiful cleric, he reacted as he needed to in the face of doubt. There wasn’t enough time to ponder the matter, especially if this particular individual was going to leave him again under the next festival. So, he trusted his instincts on the matter and began chanting under his breath, runes appearing on the floor around him as he did. When the circle was complete, he dropped his hands to his sides properly and stepped around its edge. However, he maintained his proper posture. It wasn’t one that he ever dropped in the presence of another.