[He lifted his languid gaze to the ethereal sprite. She was right after all.]

I suppose those heathens just cannot help themselves, hm? Yes, it's in their filthy blood to pillage and burn and ransack and desecrate and destroy whatever it is they touch!

[He caught himself before his voice echoed too loudly across the auditorium, and let his back fall against the stone wall near her.]

Yet... this is God's fortress. It is made to stand the tests of time. No barbarian can hope to thwart that.