"Oh, of course, of course, my lady," the priest said, stepping aside. "Please, the Gods must come first. I can talk your ear off about St Gaed once you are done."<br/><br/>The priest busied himself about the church, cleaning the candelabra and dusting the pews. When it looked like Larissa had finished her devotionals, moved closer.<br/><br/>"Now, the story of St Gaed. In life, Gaed was a priest of Heironeous, and chief confessor to the Order of the Mastiff—a secret order sworn to root out spies in the King's court. Gaed discovered that a particularly pernicious ring of spies was being led by a powerful fiend named Hylae the Corrupt!" Father Belderone's eyes gleamed and his voice built in volume and fervor as he recounted the story, clearly a favourite of his. "And so Gaed confronted the fiend, and did battle with him, full of the fury of Heironeous! And he was killed," Belderone's voice faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his momentum. "<em>But</em>he had exposed the spies, and thus the Order hunted them to the ends of the earth. And when at last the knights confronted Hylae, St Gaed himself descended from on high to smite the demon!" With a dramatic flourish Belderone thrust his hand out, to point at the stained glass window, which indeed appeared to be St Gaed smiting the Hylae the Corrupt.<br/><br/>As if on cue, there was a loud booming noise and a flash of violet light that illuminated the window momentarily. Belderone blinked, and shuffled over to the door. Creaking it open, Father Belderone peered out into the night. "By the confessor!" he gasped. Off in the distance, a pillar of violet flame could be seen, off in the direction of Pinna's shop...