Reeva's eyes locked with the approaching knight. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but he reminded himself he had nothing to fear. If worse came to worst, he could always transform into a demi. Now that he was out of the prison's confines, that option was open to him. But the priest didn't seem to realize this; after all, even a heretic wouldn't casually transform into a demon. The art of demonic transformation was shrouded in enough mystery for Reeva's potential to remain unknown to them.
"Why are you here?" the knight growled.
"We are here because—"
"Shut up! I'm talking to the priest!" The knight snapped, his eyes flicking to Reeva with pure disdain. To him, heretics were lower than vermin. Reeva, recognizing the knight's loathing, decided to let it slide. A confrontation wouldn't serve his purpose.
"Um... the heretic is here to meet Lady Lena," the priest explained hesitantly.
