The high priest was dressed elegantly in flowing red and green robes. He may have been aged but his eyes were sharp behind an old pair of bronze rimmed glasses. He carried a plain wooden scepter to assist in him walking and was followed by two older nuns, as his attendants.
Ross saw this and smiled, his smile showed too many teeth. It was unnerving. The high priest would definitely take his word over some lowborn adventurers. "High priest! I beseech you to halt these trouble makers. They have slandered the good faith of the church and caused a scene in front here. We can not allow them to spread their blasphemy any longer they must be punished!" Those that he gathered had no words for the shameless man in front of them, did he really believe he could win this argument?
