"I refuse to go back down..." The Seer stumbled, standing with his axe as a crutch. He was wheezing, bloodied and bruised. "Down back to the sound..."

He coughed a wet cough, blood hit the cover of his helmet and dripped down his neck. "Of speeches...and cages--cough--Kingdoms and nations,"

This so-called "Cleric" was a madman. Mocking the Cathedral Guards as they hesitated. "I refuse."