Maric eyed Nimue as he began to replace his armor. His mind had not slipped like that for a long time, and yet, it just happened only moments after meeting one another. Shaking his head to himself, he went back to focusing on refastening his pauldrons.<br/>"They misinterpret them." He corrected, calling over his shoulder. "Some even do so purposefully. To some of those monks and priests, religion is just a way to get rich. It is a job, a business, not a way of living. And yes, I shall call upon their blasphemy, even quoting the scriptures if I must. If I am struck down for defending the honor of a woman and a friend, then so be it. I'll just have to make sure that my spirit returns to haunt them then."<br/>He finished his speech with a grin as he slipped his kite shield onto his back. Rolling his shoulders, the paladin began to double check the bindings that held his armor together, making sure everything was strapped down securely. Once his lookover was complete, Maric gave the priestess a nod to let her know he was ready.