"I want my things back. All of them. I brought Leironuoth a present."
Leir stuck a hand over his mouth and faked being bashful. Or maybe he really was--he'd always led the double life of someone striving for greatness, and someone who absolutely hated to be thought of anything other than simply himself. And underneath his fingers he muttered:
"I hope it's not syphilus."
He took his hand away and had a small laugh.
"And nothing for me, I suppose," Aeotha soon added. She was probably just trying to move the conversation forward. Most priestesses didn't really want to discuss sex diseases in Leir's experience.
"Really, you should give her something to leave with, Skandra," Leir turned serious. "Iluvatar thinks you've lost it, and is taking the Priest's death seriously. Can you say something...beneficial? Information you gained?"
And he held up a finger to delay the answer, needing to add something for the High priestess.
"If he answers or not, I think you should leave. The city needs a strong Priestess, and I think she needs to remain here--in the favor of the one in charge."