Aevala chuckled at Adija’s enthusiasm. Normally, she would’ve been happy to empty out people’s pockets, but she was feeling a bit worn out from her chase, and would allow the others the honor of finding any trinkets that may have been left on him. There seemed to be only two types of priests: the devout and the rich. The devout ones never seemed to have any money, but the clergy always seemed to be rolling in the riches. She imagined they’d find out soon enough what kind of priest he was.<br/><br/>As Adija mentioned killing the priest, Aevala smiled, feeling it was a just punishment. “Don‘t be too hasty now,” Aevala interrupted, “let’s ask the poor chap why he‘s come to the party.” Aevala’s sarcasm was apparent and seething.  Aevala wanted to know why this man had killed her kin, and if it served any sort of purpose. If he wasn’t going to answer, at least he would be dead soon enough.