Greyson stopped, the d**ned priest didnt know when to keep his mouth shut, but then why should he, the only things priests were good at was running off at the mouth, and gathering money for it. He finished buckling on his armor, checking the straps and the buckles before heading back into the light of the dying fire.
He stood a respectful distance from the priest, hands away from his knife, and the hilt of his sword. He looked the man from his head to his feet, lingering on the bottle still clasped tightly in his hand. How long had he nursed a similar bottle after laying Elisa in her grave?
"You want to know what I see?" Greyson asked, his voice flat and without inflection. "I see a man who is a disgrace. I dont have any respect for priests, first and foremost. You see most of the priests I have dealt with were fat from their parishes, and werent interested in helping much other than themselves. To busy with their hands in the pockets of princes, dabbling in politics."
"But that isnt enough, judging from your demeanor, and the bottle, you look like a failed priest. Couldnt keep the voows, couldnt shovel enough waste to keep the faith, eh? Either be a drunk, or a priest, being a drunk priest is a disgrace to both."
"Finally, it seems to have partly escaped your notice. I offered to duel to save your life, and hers. I should have lost, and should be dead now while you lived to escape. Then, I sewed his d**ned head back togther after the wild men tried to scalp him." Greyson said, pointing a finger towards Tree Viper. "AND then, I made sure that one of our own didnt kill another one of our own. Deja is still alive because of that, and Aki is uninjured."
"you see alot of people have a problem with me, I am a mercenary. I am not a hired killer, assassin, or murderer. I dont kill people for money, priest. I train militiamen to protect their homes when lords are willing to pony up the gold for soldiers. I teach young men, and husbands and sons to wear armor and use shields and not get killed. But to you, I am a sellsword, a piece of mercenary slime only a step above a criminal myself."
"I've saved your life, Priest. Go to hell." Greyson said. "I have more smoked meat and hard bread if anyone is hungry."