[Carlisle doesn't like the notion that the undead were responding to him, especially as a man who has never managed to get a purposeful response out of an undead in his life. It's one of the few perks of his affliction, and something that ended up aiding him in his work, both with the church and for hire. It took him far too long to figure out that the best way for him to live up to his family's lineage was to deal with the shamblers that plagued the region himself, just as they would have done. The key difference between someone like himself and his uncles was that he could get close to the undead without provoking them. He didn't need evocation magic or a weapon when he was practically invisible to them. It made his work easy -- almost trivial.

Well, it's not trivial now, and neither is the way Qubit addresses him. True as it may be, he feels his hackles rise immediately, the bait taken wholesale.]

And here I thought we may have more pressing matters than circling back to your insults. I am a cleric, I have an affliction, and you should leave well enough alone.