Zeric laughed harshly at the dwarf's words, but the laugh quickly turned into a blood filled cough and Zeric spit another thick wad of blood stained phlegm onto the stone floor. Locking his eyes with those of the dwarven priest, Zeric lowered his voice as he spoke, it was full of venom.
"I respect what Cuthbert stands for, vengence upon those who prey upon those who can't defend themselves, but you know as well as I do that to the church, I am nothing more than a tool. Priestess Urikas has searched my soul with her spells, but still I am considered a threat in their eyes. Why else would they send you Althron, if it is not to watch over my actions? If I were to fall, you could all withdraw and rest and return when a new day had dawned. If one of you fell, the church would question if I truly did all I could do to prevent the loss."
Zeric felt the familiar rage building inside of him, and as always, the dark speak rushed to his tongue begging to be released upon the insolent dwarf who stood before him.
"Heal me if you wish, but never again speak to me of being tested priest, for every breath I draw is more of a test than you will ever know."