"Now that is something I can help," Adjia sounds amused from behind her mask, idly fingering the rips and tears in her robe earned when she had a quick argument with a bit of bramble.  "Let us see what he has in his pockets and pouches, and then we shall have to devise an appropriate punishment for this fanatic's little outrage."<br/><br/>She steps closer, nudging his prone form with her toe.<br/><br/>"It will have to be swift and painless, alas.  Fanatics do rather tend to desire a martyr's death, lingering and agonizing."