"That's right, you wannabe clerics, if you wanna be a Flame, you aughta' provide for the city, not just swing a sword all willy-nilly... Workin' for the colosseum got me an honorary standing with the company anyroad. But so on and so forth, let meat sacks with magicky voodoo swords do what they do... it's only a matter of time I'm called to cull a few."
Just another article for the man, he chuckles to himself in response of it all, scribbling names of impostors and would-be targets; they may fetch a pretty penny. A Hyena preys upon the dead anyway, so what's the fault in that?