Chaucer hears confusion in the spirits voice and looks up. Malady, no offense to your wisdom or understanding, but you are not alone in this state of betrayal. Nolandor Frasti betrayed his deity not once, not twice, but three times as he slowly fell deeper and deeper into his pursuit of power. Your high priest simply has done his research, and knew the words to say, but the heart was far from the words that were spoken.
He hesitates, as if trying to make a decision before sighing and then nodding, looks back up into the eyes of the spirit. I come to you now with truth. Though I will not worship you with my life, I will serve you in this endeavor, to rid your temple of this vile fiend! In this we can become allies, and once that is done, We will not return with harm for this place. Chaucer continues staring at the spirit as she mulled the words over.