Counselle Molarty did his best to finish the ritual blessing and purification rites in a speedy, yet holy, way. Lord Rigal was his least favorite person to perform rites for, and was, in his opinion, the person most in need of them.
Pulling on the thin, white robe, Rigal nodded to Molarty. "You shall be rewarded for your services and your speed, Counselle." He said the last word with such a sneer that Molarty shivered. He did not wish to be in any favor of Rigal's: good or bad.
