'More renown? Oh famous eyes, spies of great repute'.
A non-descript figure appears from behind a figure, wearing dull grey robes, his face in shadow from his hood.
'A true deceit has been practised on us all. A half-truth, but a complete lie. Oh, most Holy Day!'
The man approaches and lowers his hood, revealing a weather-beaten face, greyish-brown hair, drained of colour, and empty grey eyes.
'If introductions are in order, my name is Raif Clearsight. That is a lie of course and it is also my name. A false Cleric of False Gods, and yet the truest servant of Truth. I look forward to serving you by deceiving your minds and flesh'.