"Yes, yes... umm.. it's a very auspicious name," Amos blinks in some confusion. "Since you chose it, you seem to be growing into it quite well. The Cave, you say? Thank you!"
"Huh? There's a second priest here besides Father Pierre? And a pit? A Grue?!" Amos quickly slips off his shoes and cross and crouches down. "I will be blamed for sure and, more importantly, I would never wish to be the cause of someone's death! God gives everyone multiple chances. I apologize Jamal but I must go post-haste to the caves then! Sorry for cutting this short - this form is faster!"
He grabs his robe hood, pulls it tightly over his head, and concentrates - his robe collapses and he turns into a mottled brown kestrel. Stretching forwards a foot he quickly slips it through an amber ring that clattered to the ground and takes off towards the Covenant and the caves.