Zavier gave a wry smile, the marks still bright on his skin, "I do not preach to those can not follow our ways. You are, I believe, refering to the Sun Priest, his god is just another face and name for someone to follow. I follow the path that spoke true to me, I do not demand that others follow." He said softly, though when he found those who did follow the laws set by their faith he was a zealous as any other Priest.

The Priest took hold of the handle with one hand, the other griping his robes tightly to keep himself covered. His cheeks turned pink, hiding the marks on his face just a little. "Four and a half." He said softly, he was no giant, many actually mistook him for a child if he was not in his robes. Most of the time he looked human, the only way to tell that he was not was when the marks appeared on his skin.