A thick air of wisdom emanated from the old woman, but Xerxez sensed a bias in her words. Cypriox had three churches, yet she so strongly encouraged them to go to Sanctimum Oprys. Xerxez reasoned this was due to the influence of a certain Hyushen over the people of the town.
"Is he a new priest?" Xerxez asked.
"No, not yet a priest. He is only studying for the priesthood, but he serves as King Wendzar's representative."
"Then I suppose he is the one to follow in King Wendzar's footsteps."
"Without a doubt… After all, who else would inherit the position but their own, blood to blood, clan to clan!" The old woman said, a weary tone in her voice born of her age. She nodded emphatically. "Wait, this place seems familiar to you. Have you offered a sacrifice at a church here before?"
"Ah—" Xerxez paused, swallowing his food before speaking again. "Yes, ma'am…"
"If so, why have I only seen you pass by now? I've never seen anyone as handsome as you," the old woman said.
