"I can't say I'm a fan of the incense."

What use is he, after all, with his mind impaired? Anduin is doing just fine without him. He needn't be here at all. Perhaps the priest even wishes he wasn't.

"We'll head down quickly," he says, trying to focus on the task instead. The stairs down are narrow, the space increasingly close. "If they do have an old god chained here, it may be best not to linger in its presence."

Which means they should leave quickly too.