Her words came to him with what seemed to be jest and self-righteous projection of the Goddesses, but at least it was not out of malice or condescending superiority as he could had faced a far graver fate at their hands if they so choose. Considering the task that he was given, he thought for a moment and began to think of his target and what object that would be of value to the fairy lady.

[i]Madame Astrid… I remember that name… a wench and con, too rotten for even an honest plunder of a bandit raid. Worst still, it her tongue is like silver to the guards that if I dare make a move against her. My safest bet would be to intimidate her and be quick about it so that I do not place a blade against her flapping gums to speak against me.[/i]

He started to move back to the gate of the graveyard and leaned upon the frame as he looked at the fairy again before he made the decision to search out whatever she desired. Making sure all his belongings were in place, he took a moment to wonder about the shadow of his former master that would haunt the catacombs under the village, as he worried what would he use if he were able to summon the dead from their rest.

"I cannot think of anything why the Goddesses would name me such a trite title for me, unless there was good reason. But now that matter is resolved, what is it that you request from that fraud, Madame Astrid? I can get you what you wish, but I will not draw blood on my fellow tribe, nor will I risk making myself an embarrassment unless there is a worthy reward on my part. In return, I tell you to keep watch over the entrance of the Shadow Temple; for my former master might have dark deeds his conjuring within the catacombs for no one is allowed to pass the entrance from either side.”

In short, he wanted no one to go in, or any of the souls that were housed within to come out.