Ajora turns at the sound of a voice calling out to him. Well, perhaps it is one of the other Kiltias present, but he is the ranking clergy present in this moment. He steps away from them, to approach the speaker, serene yet amiable in his demeanor. If he knows who it is coming towards him in disguise, he doesn't betray it in the least in either word or action.

"Of course, son, what may I do for you?"