"Ah. ignorance: my true enemy." Maccabeus said sagely. "At least, that's what my preceptor kept telling me." He chuckled quietly.
"People are an interesting lot." Maccabeus observed. "Anything is subject to being labeled as evil based upon their fears. I include myself, of course. I'm not divine after all." He laughed at that thought.
"I find that one of the hardest things to impress upon people is that death is a natural occurrence, and her agents are not necessarily evil. I knew one who referred to himself as a Death Guide. Most folks hated him, seeing him as one who brought death. What they failed to take into account is that death is coming any way. He was there ease the transition. I don't know that I want to be alone for that transition. As natural as it is, it is still an intimidating transformation, you know?"
"Ach, hear how morbid I sound! I'm sorry, Severen. I'm sure that you're not here to discuss such things. What is it that you'd have me witness?"