“Who?” demanded the High Priestess.

“Lord ui’Halseng,” replied Trilisean.

“You’re certain?” asked the Priestess.

“He’s the kind of person she’d know,” said Conn. “What with him being in charge of information for the Baron.”

“If this creature has access to his knowledge, the danger to the city os incalculable.”

“That means a lot of danger,” Trilisean whispered to Conn.

“Thank, lass. The big words confuse a simple solider like myself.”

The High priestess of Morwen gave them a look.

“Well, now we know where she is, “ aid Conn. ‘Is there a reason we can’t just go get her? Or call our friends in the watch to just go get her and bask in undeserved glory? I recall they’ve gotten good at that.”

“This isn’t a being you can just hit with a pointed stick,” said the Priestess.

“I don’t think she respects your profession,” Trilisean told the mercenary.

Conn shrugged. “I do like me a good pointed stick.”

“This ...thing,” the priestess continued, pointedly ignoring their conversation, “would survive the death of the host. It would retreat into the amulet and just find another body to possess.”

“So how can it be stopped?” asked Conn. “Can’t we just use my pointy stick and then destroy the amulet?”

“As far as we can tell,” she said, “it cannot be destroyed.”

“How can it be impossible to destroy?” asked Conn

“How can it hold a soul?” shrugged the thief. “”It’s not natural. You need to stop thinking in simple terms.”

“Ah. Must be that simple soldier thing again.”

“I’m sure you can grow beyond that if you really apply yourself.”

The high priestess gave them an acid look. “I’m please that you can find the mortal threat to our city so entertaining.”

Conn shrugged. “Sometimes it helps to laugh at a hopeless situation. Give you the courage to go on. Danger loses its sting if you can laugh at it.”

He cracked a twisted smile. “That simple soldier thinking, though. Wouldn’t expect you to stoop so low.”

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