After asking when he would start, Zeriav first gave Ronin a look and said:
"You need to be purified first. You will be handling religious artifacts on a regular basis after all."
Ronin's grin suddenly grew wide.
'Ah, you think this already makes you slick, huh? Trying to purify me under the guise of becoming your assistant.'
He remembered the 12 Phases that he had watched Cermin do several times, in this very same room. Where he was made to strip, kneel and beg for forgiveness, and even be hit by beads until his back get wounded.
Trying to purify the daemon out of him. In this case, Zeriav will be trying to purify the demon himself.
But Ronin pretended to blink innocently with young Elur's big doe eyes. "Purify me? What does that mean, Brother?"
Zeriav glared and just said. "You simply follow my instructions. That's all you need to do."
Ronin shrugged. "Alright."
And he waited for these instructions with a bright smile, like a dutiful Boy Scout.
