"Ah, Canthag Anvalus, Druid of The Silver Forest. If that is all, then a good day to you." A mock bow, and as he rose staff would roll across the back of his neck to shift to opposite hand and shoulder, a bit of a habit the man had.
He wouldn't strike a man of the cloth, not at all. Canthag would move for the door and wait for Thebby to move entirely out of the way before stepping through. The elf would quickly make his way out of the church and disappear into the city, he had other things to do, and it was up to the clergy to deal with the still fresh products.
