Hatred for the better

"What the heck is this supposed to mean?" Asked the offended Candle.

Oswald's lips parted ways, revealing an alluring smile, half sarcasm, half respect for the farce. "It means that the only thing that made you come was a mean to test your faith, she exploited one of the human weaknesses to pull her straw and did grab many people's attention. However now that you've accomplished everything she wished for, if you are to accept money, it'd blow away our cover and the trust she has in us."

The Pack was taken aback. The hundreds of candle holders and the golden-embroidered tapestry said much about the church's fortune, about its ability to reward people. And there they stood, unable to take any.

Anew, Oswald's smile grew, showing the tip of his pointy teeth and the dark gums that contrasted with his hood's shadow. "Bend your knee to the high sister and you'll have everything she wished for, you'll open the very gate to the end of our mission here, colonel."