Just as he was about to say a resume would have been nice in a cynical half-joke, the book was tossed towards him. He stepped over and let the book hit the ground before he picked it up. It was small and the pages were smooth to the touch. It was a material he was not unfamiliar with. The names written inside the book were not entirely unfamiliar either. He had to keep a fair amount of accounts and was regularly notified of the obituaries. As unbelievable as the whole thing was, the book in his hand was rather solid evidence. He gently flipped through until he pages until he reached the end of the x marks. There was the name of the high priest. Flipping a few more pages let him know that he would also be losing a cook soon.
He held in a sigh and looked back at Donovan. There was the slightest pause as he stared down the man one last time. Then finally he spoke. “I wouldn’t know,” he said with certainty. He knew Fate to maliciously demand the end of traitors, fools, and nonbelievers, and to spread chaos throughout the lands outside their borders. However, the god had always been patient and generous to him. The cleric was nothing if not dutiful. He tirelessly worked to complete any task Fate gave him and never questioned it. That was his purpose in life and he made it a point to follow through with everything thoroughly. After all, he was Fate’s chosen. That also made him an example to the society.
Finally, he crossed the lines of his own circle to hand the book back to Donovan. And with that, the circle was gone. He was still uneasy about this, but he had been given reason to assume he wasn’t lying. “I intend to look into this matter, but I’ll let you free for now.”
After the book was taken, his hands were carefully placed together again at his center. “And should I discover this is a hoax, don’t think you’ll get away with it for long.”