"It will be fine. The only truly holy things we have here are these hives." He pauses for a moment, listening to the droning sound of the sacred insects. "They are the messengers of our goddess, and you would do well to respect them. If you wish to sate your thirst, come along." Looking after a guest was not coming comfortably to Al, and it wasn't just because he was so recently arrived here himself. He must play escort to this thing, this abomination. -Monk, seal thy evils!- The thought rushes clearly through his mind draining away his petty thoughts. But still, a small voice persists. Worrying constantly at the edges, reminding him of his ultimate betrayal, barely begun yet so long in the making.