"So, does that thing have the ability to think? Does it have to eat or does it rely solely on the energy of the Spire?"
It was Nathan that asked, behind his glasses his eyes were shining as he looked at that Punisher. Like a kid looking at toy he wanted from the bottom of his heart.
"It does think, but it's bred and raised to be absolutely loyal to the inquisition. And the Empire, of course. As for food, it still has to eat, it's a living thing after all, not an undead."
Bernard shook his head in disappointment as if he was lamenting that the Punisher was still not good enough.
"What about you, young man, you're a cleric which cathedral were you ordained at?" Bernard asked looking very interested.
"Eh," Nathan smiled awkwardly, "I haven't really been ordained. Actually I haven't been to a church in ages. I am a alchemy acolyte."
There was a silence in the room after these words were uttered so honestly, or rather recklessly.
