Jofie | Bartering Hall | Late Afternoon Interactions: Allie @VengefulPeanut Jofie almost let a smirk cross his face, but he held it back at last second. Well, shit; he knew that the Unity Fighters and Zealots shared bad blood, but this woman's eagerness to scrounge up dirty on Pyphreos was beyond amusing. And so achingly easy. Jofie settled for adopting a sour expression and glaring in the Master Priest's direction. "That fucker over there prances around claiming Faith this, sacrifice that, but he's actually full of shit." His features darkened even further as he locked eyes with Allie. "The righteous attitude is just a front. A cover up for all of that fucked up shit that goes on behind doors. Trust me on this." His jaw clenched, the next words leaving a bitter trail along his tongue and clanking against the back of his teeth. After a beat of hesitance, he finally spat them out. "I used to be a Zealot a few years back. Seen all of their shit myself. If you don't believe me, ask the dipshit yourself. He'd be more than happy to tell you about my old membership." Jofie knew that he was running a high risk; Pyphreos could quite easily reveal that he was responsible for his parents' murder, but he know how proud the Master Priest was. Tainting the Zealot name even further with rumors of civil discord and killings inside the church? It would be catastrophic. All the while, his hands slipped inside his robe pockets, resting there casually. His finger carefully caressed his tiny pouch. Just one. He could feel it through the cloth. Only one Pulpa left.