Sacrifice?  Talion's eyebrows shot up and the hand under the dress curled into a fist.  Human sacrifice?  Gods and demons!  He had gotten the idea that Maur-Azur was corrupt but this...this was a whole other level of evil.  As Onenon went on, the young thief felt a growing desire to bury his dagger in the man's chest.  His outright glee at the possibility of sending a woman to the god to drown or spend her life in servitude was vile.<br/><br/>His fury flashed in his eyes for just a moment but his smile never wavered, "Now that's interesting, friend.  No way they'd last long unless..."  The threat of the shadowlands and what could come from them wasn't on the minds of everyone in Creation.  But anyone from the Scavenger Lands shivered at the thought of fallen Thorns and the wicked Deathlord who now ruled it with a bone fist sheathed in soulsteel.  "The dead are the ones doing the taking."<br/><br/>This got a whole lot more interesting.  And a whole lot grimmer.  "Thank you, friend."  He glanced back to see if Innora was still hovering in what she though was stealth.  "Onenon, right?  I'll look up in the Bliss District later and we can talk about the dress and about other things."  He wasn't sure if he actually would.  But right now, there was a pretty priest who needed his attention because of how she hard she was trying to avoid it.<br/><br/>Talion gave him a grin and a wink, then stepped back and turned to walk right past Innora.  As he moved past her, he spoke, his voice low, "I hope you're all right.  Seems like you have something to say."  He kept walking for a minute or so, slowly, before taking a turn into what looked like it should be an alley.  As good for privacy as they'd get, assuming she was still following him.