He remained still for as long as he was able, not at all filching even as the stranger brushed by a bit too closely. He did, however, frown as he passed by. For the most part, the cleric liked to think of himself as more easygoing than the vast majority assumed. He did not easily snap, nor did he desire the special treatment he was often given by the society and its citizens. But there were very clear lines that had been crossed. It wasn’t about him so much as it was about the body on the table. His confusion just turned to a quiet shock as he watched the hooded man so casual prod at the body’s side. The words of ghost hatred swept past him as nonsense, knowing that his spirit was off to Fate after the proper funeral rites.
“Don’t do that,” he insisted in a tone more firm than before, though still not letting his voice betray what he was feeling. “That man was a high priest with many years behind him. You have no business to be prodding him like a dead cow.”