He waved off the hesitation. "No, either there are no exceptions, or we eventually become hypocrites. Because once there is one exception, it becomes easier to justify more exceptions. And the world has enough hypocrites already. Lets take the high road, and avoid falling to the other's level. Turning the other cheek and all that."<br/><br/>He noted he was getting looks, as people began to recognize him, and he shook his head. "Anyway, I was just in the neighborhood, and wanted to let you know that there will soon be three young nobles that will be born in the town. When they are young, they will come here, to the temple, and start asking... strange and in-depth questions about the religion, and me in particular. Answer their questions as best you can. They are... unique, and will eventually help shape the region's future."<br/><br/>He bade farewell to the prophet, knowing that he had merely confused the man further, but that was the truth he believed in. No truth was easy, and if it was, it wasn't a truth, merely a perception on a truth. He headed back to the Cathedral, knowing that the time of the wedding was soon, and needed to see what he needed to do, other than stand there, make quiet and snarky comments during the wedding to the groom, and then hit on the bride's maids and the other females afterwards. The latter duty interested him the most.