OOC:
Clarence may be as graceful as a pregnant hippopotamus on ice skates whilst knee-deep in slush, but he isn't stupid. He respects the Raven, but he is a "payment on delivery" kind of guy.
Cocking his ear, Clarence listens intently.
Sounds like someone doing squats up there, or maybe triceps extensions, Clarence says, unconsciously flexing is own triceps and quadriceps. Thinking over the apparition's auguries, he comments
the only thing that makes sense is the priest. If his life is in jeopardy, his heart may be beating loudly. Unless it's the unholy master of the castle.
With his mind on the Raven's offer, Clarence peers around the room for objects which may be shiny, valuable, or both.