Hmm. Just the response I expected, but sorry Dunccan, forces greater than you currently insist that i retain my Divinely Protected status. Once those circumstances change, you know I will gladly fight you.
I will however turn down your offer of guidance to the divine path, I somehow feel the entrance to that way does not begin within the bounds of your locked shop, even with the constant stream of pills you keep feeding me.
regards, Father Cimares.
Written by my hand on the 10th of Midsummer, in the year 1112.