Liddo | Bartering Hall | Late Afternoon Interactions: Abel @Tealous, Priest #1, Pyphreos Just as the Priest was about to defend himself and explain the situation to Pyphreos, pain erupted in his shin and shot up to smack his lungs silly. A grunt followed by a silent wheeze escaped him as he cradled his injury, wobbling on one leg. When he finally found his voice, he spat out an eloquent, "You bitch!" while glaring daggers at Abel. Liddo didn't quite know how to react--a huge, massive, colossal part of himself wanted to outright laugh at the Priest. However, he was also raised to respect his superiors, no matter how much they made a fool of themselves. But, then again, Pyphreos seemed to also be looking at him in disapproval. So...he giggled, albeit it was brief and barely there. He muffled it behind his hand, avoiding eye contact with what he knew was the gaze of fury. He reached out for Abel's hand again and gave it a squeeze, his own silent message of "great job, that was hilarious". Of course, the Priest thought differently. He cautiously lowered his leg, wincing at the throb wracking his nerves, before puffing out his chest and curling his hands into fists. "Oh, you've done it now, Human!" He tried to advance on her and Liddo prepared himself to block him, but neither of these things happened. Instead, Pyphreos held out his arm, stopping the irate Amalgy in his tracks, and sighed. "Reu," he started while rubbing his brow tiredly, "You've been a loyal and devoted follower for many years. I appreciate and respect your devotion. However..." His eyes darkened and Reu gulped in response. "Your temper has become quite a thorn in my side, especially so today. This is the work of our Great and Wonderful Idnues, yet you have the gall to besmear it with your childish tantrums." Reu gaped in disbelief while pointing at Abel and Liddo. "B-but...Master Pyphreos! These two were dishonoring my position and authority--" "A position and authority that I'm currently reconsidering." Pyphreos ignored Reu's expression of shock and betrayal. He waved the Amalgy off, a lazy glaze over his visage. "Your services are no longer needed today. Return to the Church, recount your Idneatic Prayers at the altar, and have your Priest robes switched out for member ones soon." Reu paled. "Y-you...you can't be serious." Pyphreos arched an eyebrow at him. "Am I cackling? Did I utter a single joke?" Heavy silence...then he grinned. "Exactly. So please, honor my authority and opinion, and do as I say." Reu's steps were conflicted for a few moments, his expression switching from hurt to confusion to fury and back again to hurt. Finally, he growled under his breath, shot Liddo and Abel one last glower, and left. "M-Many graces, Master Pyphreos," Liddo thanked with a nervous smile. The anxiety fluttering throughout his being was threatening to flock to his brain. This was a moment he trained his whole life for--finally, to prove his worth as a Zealot and earn the title as a Chosen. He couldn't afford to ruin this opportunity. Pyphreos scanned him and Abel critically before nodding. "Many graces to you as well, Quokoma." He knew who he was...That was both exciting and horrifying. What if he also viewed him as a disgrace like Reu? His hold on Abel's hand was now unbreakable; she was literally his well of courage right now. If it wasn't for her presence, he'd be a babbling mess. In fact, he would've crumbled under the pressure and fled, beating himself up while in the natural bittersweet embrace of Kilabock River. "I-I...um." A streak of panic colored his cheeks purple, struggling to get his thoughts straight. He had to use proper words. There was no room for errors. "I c-come to...you forthright and, um, baring my s-soul for the...the holy sacrifice." He bowed again. "I trained my circu--...my whole life to be...to become a Chosen." "Ah, I see," Pyphreos hummed. He wasn't exactly surprised by this development. In fact, he was expecting it. The Quokomas were good and devout followers, and their enthusiasm for the Idneus Faith was impressive. However, they were also known for their...moments of extremism. Something about them ward off other members from approaching them willingly and Pyphreos always equated interacting with them to dumping out a Poalma's feces bin. But still...he would be an interesting addition. He cast his gaze onto Abel. "And you? What're your interests or involvement in this entire situation? Are you also interested in the sacrifice? Or..." A quick glance at their interlocked hands. "Is this on a more personal scale?"