He simply looked at her, before shrugging. "Very well. Then I guess you aren't curious about what they were after. Pleasure working with you, ma'am, have a nice day."<br/><br/>He checked his internal clock, noting it was just barely after midnight, so most of the priests likely hadn't chosen their spells yet.<em>Sapphire? Last question, then you can relax and go back to sleeping. Are there any priests in the area that can cast raise dead? I have not even the foggiest where to start looking, and finding them before they ask their god for spells is kinda important.</em><br/><br/>If she had no idea, he would have to start asking about, but he needed to know what they were after. Once he finally found someone that could do what he was looking for, he headed to the temple at a fast jog, intent on getting two castings of it, or one and a gentle repose, so they could preserve the other body until the spell could be renewed the next day. He paused on the way out to pick up the spare drums for the tommy guns off the thugs, realizing Frost wouldn't have realized they were connected, giving him a significant amount of ammo for the weapons.