Unless directly requested not to, Grashe would accompany Yuna to the priest's holding cell in keep's basement. The door was barred, allowing for an easy view into the small room--a sheet-less bed and a chair were the only furnishings. Laying down on the bed was a young man, maybe no older than Yuna's daughter. The young man's more feminine countenance and his lithe body would have invited confusion--he sure had Rasvona confused when the arrest was made. His vestments had been taken from him, but he had that wizened posture Kovacs had when she was performing last rites or holding a service. This was the priest they had arrested yesterday, the one that had led several of his congregation to a Rheaveth armory but to be caught in the act of attempting to steal weapons. Now dressed in simple linens, he had his legs tied to the legs of the bed. The chains had enough slack to allow him to move through the room if he wished, but he wouldn't have been able to reach the door.<br/><br/>The priest looked up when Yuna entered, his eyes growing wide in surprise to see her bare chest. "W-what do you want?" He stammered, understandably distracted.