Priest exposed some teeth with his next smile, but his brain was calculating. "We have eaten very little on our journey here," he said, keeping his posture straight. "Both to conserve our resources and to better hear the voice of the Lord as He guides us along our path."
He would have to be careful here, at least until he'd ingratiated himself. Open conversion was frowned upon, then, which meant he'd have to be discreet. Saga was coming off as very high-handed to him, which meant she had to have some followers who were dissatisfied with the way she did things. He would pry at the matter later.
He left instructions with Brother Daniel to see to the hungriest and most tired of their lot, followed a select group along to the Tollhouse. He would get the lay of the land, then calculate his next move. After he had had a full meal and a good night's sleep, that was. He was a man of God, not a pack mule.