The unexpected answer that he was given was met with clear skepticism. A part of him felt like he was being lied to. It was much too far fetch to fully believe what the man was saying. Being alone for most of his days meant that he had a great deal of time to read. The personification to death was not unknown to him, but the idea that something like that could have been real was odd to him. And this was coming to a person who regularly heard the voice of a terrifying god that demanded reverence.
“Death,” he repeated in his contemplation over the reply’s validity. He stood still, looking over the man and the spirit that had been removed from his high priest. The evidence to support the concept was there. He couldn’t deny his own eyes. However, he couldn’t shake his doubts. He kept Donovan trapped in his rune circle, unwilling to even flinch.
“Well, then, shepherd of the spirits. I am the voice of Fate, and I’ve been told nothing of you. Your plan is to just take my priest’s spirit and leave? Other than this magic, what do you have to back up your claim?”