Eliwood

Eliwood shifts under his cloak, trying to make himself more comfortable. He appears to be rather bulky. He rolls his eyes at the other man's little speech.
Fear doesn't make you alive he explains. Your heart and brain make you alive, generally. And yes, I am a priest. The Eternal Flame of Pelor with burn long after you and your blasphemous tongue have left this world. The way he said this did not seem at all angry or annoyed, he was simply speaking fact.
What did you do, then, a long time ago?