As Osirio finishes, Arias looks mildly shocked. With a sigh, he prepares to speak. He pulls a pipe and a match from his pack, lighting the former before handing the latter to Culpa.
"Gods, you can talk a lot, can't you? Well, doesn't surprise me that the Lords aren't telling you the full story. You are working for the Lords, no? Or have I gotten myself caught up in yet another tiresome conspiracy? Well, they aren't human, you know. Or elves, or orcs or anything else you can think of. No, they're creatures of chaos, from some unnameable plane. What, exactly, they plan, I'm not sure. But it involves a lot of people dying. And I do mean a lot; Nazeric will likely largely be a wasteland if they get they're way. And the "devil" I'm worshiping is an entity trying to stop them; an ancient, chained deity named Talor. He lies far below the city, biding his time to escape. I suspect that will be coming soon. His methods will not be without loss, but I trust it will be lesser than what the Lords deign to do. As for why they want me dead; isn't it obvious? I act for Talor. With me dead, He loses a valuable asset, not to mention that should any implications to my treason be found, it'll serve as a solid warning to any who follow in my footsteps.
As for this plot...I will be honest. Talor is a horrible force, and many will die if he wakes, but many more will die if he doesn't. He hungers for mankind, but his hunger will sate itself in time, and he isn't so unwise to destroy his source of sustenance. But the Lords? They don't need man; in fact, man stands as an obstacle.
But I suspect you don't particularly care, do you? The people of this city prefer gold over their own life. If that's a bargain you're willing to make-- and it will be the bargain you make if you aid the Lords--, then go right ahead."