Nodding his head with acceptance of Priestess Urikas' answer on the return of the true High Priest, Zeric knew the best thing he could do was to stay silent during the questioning of the one called Leanthas. As the elf explained the magic of the ring, Zeric cursed himself for not thinking of some sort of magical assistance earlier. The officers in Hextor's armies often carried similar items to prevent the need of marching with food, or had the junior priests summon rations by drawing an aspect of Hextor's power. The food was often little more than thin gruel and bread, but it kept his soldiers moving, and as always, that was all that Hextor required.
As High Priestess Urikas asked if any had seen the elf act in a dishonorable way, Zeric simply met her gaze and shook his head in the negative.
~The less I say the better...~
Zoning out as Orpheus tested his knowledge of dwarven music, something that perhaps the Cudgel could have been better at, Zeric tried to keep his mind focused but found the effort increasingly difficult. However, when Leanthas spoke of hiring wizards to craft wands and then of who would gain the most if they simply ignored the problem Zeric could not keep quiet any longer.
"While the others might have grown soft in the passing years, it would be a greater disservice to stand back just because there might be the risks of failure involved. Cuthbert watches over all those who can not watch over themselves, even if that includes other churches who simply can not see the forest for the trees. While I do think speaking to the other churches is in order, we must not allow their laziness to hinder our efforts."
Turning to face the dwarven priest, the look on Zeric's face was not a challanging one, but one of a man looking for support.
"Am I wrong in this thought Althron?"