"I don't know crap about being a Priest or not, but I'm the grandson of the Holy Emperor, sure. I'm just the grandson of a man who enjoys the authority of an emperor and a pope at the same time."
"It's fine guys don't worry about it. I'll get an ability eventually so don't worry about me. Even if I'm weak right now, I can defend myself just fine. If I need help I'll let you guys know," Moby said with a fake big smile.
In the distance, a murder of demonic crows formed, raging through the forests and tracking down each and every bandit, tearing them limb from limb and wearing them down to the bone like a flying meat grinder.