"Now see here," Evergreen said in a sharp voice. "I am not a corrupt priest; I am a fraud priest." He chuckled, leaning on the magically locked door as he always amused telling his story. "I just came here, put on the robe and these idiots thought I was a priest!" He let out a bray of laughter, trying to steady himself so he could open the door. "Best racket I've got into and nopony can touch me! I mean, if the Guards ever get wind of me, I'll just claim that sanctuary bullshit and stay put and those two idiot foals upstairs won't say shit to the Holy Moon order because of the dirt I have on them." Night's jaw dropped, shock clean in his face. Which, of course, Evergreen saw as a means to push his luck, the old alcoholic womanizing gambling blasphemous piece of shit. "What, too offensive in your goddess's place among us mere mortals?" He flicked his eyes at her as he finally opened the door and stepped into his office. He used his magic to summon a bottle of rebranded cheap booze that he always bought and poured it into a cup that she knew that was suppose to be used for high holidays only. "So Xvital, two points of order before we move on," he said as he took a long drink. "One, did you get me those sacred texts? My buyers are getting really antsy for an answer and I don't want to have to explain to them that the mare I blew up their plots couldn't deliver the goods. Two, care to tell me why the fuck did you not wait for night time?"