"Nicolas!"
The Priest held tightly on the innkeeper's coat sleeve, before looking up at him. Eyes trembling in fear, "Nicolas Fridge! Do you want to kill us all!"
Nicolas paused, "Priest G—"
"A Host of the Chaos Ring?! Are you actually out of your mind?!" The Priest cut him off again, still holding tightly on the sleeve, "Don't you remember what happened last time it had a Host! We almost died! I lost an eye and my hip bone is disconnected from the femur! Don't you remember what was told! I'm sure The Reverend Master did or didn't?!. But, I'm sure your father told you about what happened?"
Nicolas frowned at the last word. "... My father's business doesn't concerns me now! You must know for sure!."
