The Wicked Sorceress
The Reverend's polite smile was still plastered on his rather fetching face. "I understand." He said, steepling his hands and resting his chin on them in thought. He doubted that he and Nina would ever eye to eye on whatever "must be done" and it seemed that it would be doubly more so with Ms. Bingley. He did, however, somewhat agree with what Nina said about morals. Personal ties had a way of causing someone to stray from the true path. 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' is a popular saying for a reason. There is only one set of morals that hold any weight and only He can be the arbiter of 'what must be done'. Throckett kept his thoughts to himself. He was a guest after all, and was simply here for to meet and greet his potential new leader. No reason to ruin any potential goodwill now on differences of faith.
He blinked and his eyes, now filled with worry, flitted about the room before focusing back on Nina. He chuckled and slapped his forehead playfully. "How rude of me, I must apologize. Your words seem to have caused me to lose myself in thought. I hope I wasn't gone long." He returned to a more relaxed and open stance. "Should the elders choose you, is there anything you'll be requi-" The Reverend paused. He shook his head with a sigh, "To be blunt, I am trying to see how life would change under your rule, for both my flock and me. The recognized Prince will have no issues securing my loyalty, but I need to see if any arrangements need to be made for my people's safety."