Adlam sighs a bit and says, "I suppose it is unfair to judge a man without first allowing him to speak for himself. Very well, let us bring him to somewhere private, however, and not amongst the public who are somewhat sensitive to such things."
Adlam is led by his two helpers into a small chamber to the western part of the building where the corpse is laid by the Watchmen in a circle of marble stone floor patterns decorated with angels blowing trumpets. The priest spends a long time chanting, his strength returning to him somewhat as he falls into holy fervor. Finally he stops his chanting and a golden aura lightly begins to encompass the corpse before you. "Quaelin Fillasti, I bring your consciousness back to bear witness of those parts of your heart and mind that are true. Tell me, have you made your peace with the true Lord, Lothian? Have you accepted him into your heart?"
The lips of Quaelin's corpse open, though the rest of his body lays still. "No. I was a believer in the old gods, and I never trusted in Lothian's beliefs."
Adlam frowns and the strength seems to leave him once more. "Three more questions left. Ask wisely."