The Hero of Kenabres is a tall man in dirty black robes, ragged fingernails dripping with still-warm blood. His eyes roll around in their sockets as he scours the room for an escape route.

His robe is not quite concealing a red pentagram.

"Rumor has it that you were a cleric of Asmodeus before you saw the light. Many come late to the path of righteousness. Why, Ragathiel Himself-"

"YES, yes! Like Ragathiel! Once I was Asmodean. No more! Too many rules. My new God has no rules! And the children choke so sweetly, oh yes-"

He catches himself midsentence.

"Every desire! Every delicious indulgence that the seminary dangled before me, B- my new God says take it! Take it with my own two hands!"

A splash of blood flies off his hand and at Galfrey's face.

She dodges without blinking or breaking eye contact.

"Thank you, but I do not require Infernal Healing."

He twitches nervously.

"My only reservation is that the pentagram could present an image problem. Surely you can remove it."

He startles, and stuffs the pentagram deeper into his robes.

"It, uh... It's a reminder! Like carrying the weight of all those poor, poor, Maledicted orphans... Oh, the looks on their sweet little faces! I need to carry it. It reminds me to seek, uh, redemption! I mean, it reminds me that I'm already redempted!"

"So long as you conceal it, I see no issue."

"Do you accept the position of Knight-Commander and the responsibilities it entails?"

What is happening. "Um. Yeesss?"

"Good!"