The shifter steadies himself, half smiling at the towering giant. So Death is always nearby! I may not last long, but you must take me someday, even if it is just to die. Kamotz takes the goliath's words seriously, but the half smile never leaves his face.
Oh! It's y-you," he stammers, recognizing Kamotz. "You're the one everyone is talking about, the shifter working for the Holy Patriarch. Er, could you... I mean... Would you like me to... Uh, that is, how can I help you? Sir?" He makes fluttering gestures at the body and the blood (which has now been stepped in several times, strewing bloody footprints across the atrium) but clearly fears to challenge you on it.
Kamotz straightens out slightly Pardon our mistake, I'm used to Bacarte. Could you assist us in finding the proper way to His Holiness. Also take care of this body, his name was Varonus in life, and we may need to speak with the corpse. Kamotz glances at the marble, Do we employ people to clean this? If not, a small gang of boys, The Poe Eye'z, affiliated with the Red Boots, could use the work. I'd be glad to place the money down to start the youth program. Kamotz starts digging into his robes, looking for gold.
They even bring warm wet cloths for Grakk to clean the gore off of himself before seeing the High Priest.