'Covered in the blood of demons, you say...' Sett muttered half to himself after Verya's chastisement, still in the guise of "appalled man of the Gods". 'You'd think that'd mean she's slain demons, not that she [i]is[/i] a demon, but what do I know, I'm just a lowly priest, goodness gracious,' he continued, slowly lowering his ramble to a mutter and moving away from Verya as he continued. Once he was sure he was out of earshot, and as others continued to fuss over the beauteous... Jezebeth, he thought he heard? He transitioned his under-breath mutterings from mere nonsense to a short prayer to Fineki, praying momentarily for the charisma to further enhance his arguments. Artificial, natural, whatever form it needed to take so as to further impact the force of his words, because now he almost wanted to crush Verya's arguments underfoot. Not, of course, that he needed additional charisma to make a reasonable point, but it helped.

Regardless of whether his deity blessed him so, he eventually retransitioned back to incoherent rambling, moving toward the larger quantity of the group as if he'd naturally paced back and forth like that, before raising his voice back to normal levels as he uttered toward the Elven captain 'And to think you call holding the poor lady a fingerslip away from death a form of "questioning"! An arrow to the throat will hardly prove a good source of information, will it? And it's not as though she posited a notable threat beyond her capture proper, unless some form of magic which does not require gesticulation or runecraft exists, and then unless I'm underinformed on the subject? I believe at least one other member of our party will be able to confirm or deny that, I am not myself well-versed in the topic direct... now if it were my fellow man Zacharieas you were asking, that would be another matter, of course...' Not that they'd be able to ask him, for "Zacharieas" would turn out to be the amalgamation of one man's name and another's knowledge, should they somehow trace him all the way back to his sect in Vrettonia. The knowledge was Jaq's, intolerable know-it-all that he was. Bloody Jaq.