Soul Orbs

Angor had to make a choice.

He could either use the treasure to purify his own soul or left it be so that the Krakoks could repeat their routine.

"What will happen to me if I break the convention of Dark Castle?"

The priest considered and shook his head. "I do not know."

"I'll ask something else then. What will happen to YOU if the location is changed?"

The old man shook his head again.

"Didn't you say something about 'revolution'?"

"Your arrival has caused uncertainty in our fate, and so has the change of election ground. Such uncertainty might help us begin our revolution."

Angor thought about someone else who used to speak to him in such an obscured way. Hobson, the apprentice prophet in a white bear suit.

Since the old priest couldn't tell him an answer, Angor had to ponder over the situation by himself.

Profit against risk.