The deacon seems unmoved. "You honestly expect me to simply believe this? Who's to see you aren't aligned with some cabal yourselves? Trying to lure us to the darkness... No, we've no time for your tricks."

The acolyte nearby seems nervous, and when the deacon turns to face him, practically spooks out of his pants. "Why on earth would you have brought these heathens to face me?"

"Sir, I-"

"What drove you to such idiocy? How could you-" he continues, launching on a tirade against the acolyte, who tries his best to shrink into the ground.