As Zarina and Elkist stand by Mirriana, all 3 resplendent in their armoured finery and weapons. As Mirriana describes their exploits the fat priest begins to look a less sure of himself and his followers shuffle uneasily, aware that they party are far stronger than them.

As Merrick pulls out the head the fat priest chokes back a cry of horror at the metal plates trophy head. One of the initiates falling to his knees, a faint cry of "my family, they are avenged."

The fat priest pauses, booming voice quelled by the mutterings and cheers of his own followers. "The head of the beast! The thing that has haunted the traitors graves and the iron fist of Zeech himself". Backing up a step he drops his voice, "Let it not be said that Barnabas Voren does not recognise those blessed by strength. Come, come join our banquet table."

He gestures to a simple wooden trestle table in the corner pulled high with some of meat ans cous cous stew. "Will you tell us of the slaying the beast? Or the great undead worm that so assailed the grand tourney in the Free City."
As they sit he looks at Mirriana more carefully, "What brings you to this city? You so not look like you or your golden companions would have business with Zeech. Why are you not tending a temple of your own?