"You know I was speaking of it's contents, priest. Either way, it seems your words where as enlightening as my aforementioned process. Still I will consider holding my word, depending on what they decide to do with you." Kalaj stepped back and picked up the orb and the waterskin, opening it away from his nose to pour a bit on the ground so any effect it would have on the grass or the content's scent wouldn't affect his nose or himself. He still kept the priest within his peripheral view, any awkward movement would be rewarded with a knife to his cheek. In a non-lethal way of course.