This time tomorrow, Chosen Select Artigas instructed him, check back in and find out if the paladins say you're allowed to live.

He's been dwelling on it all day, naturally, as dock work is not particularly engaging to the brain even when it's plentiful. It's not that Rakek is afraid of dying, exactly; he's expected for most of his life to go to Hell on purpose and barely notice the transition from mortal warfare to the eternal kind, and even though he's intellectually aware that Hell apparently no longer has much use for him and he's probably bound for the Abyss instead, on some level 'eh, it's probably basically the same thing as being alive only more on fire or whatever' is still his core emotional relationship to the whole idea. And if anything was ever going to kill him, he's known since he was about seventeen that it'd obviously be a paladin. It'd almost be sort of soothing, like a reminder that not everything in the world has been tossed haphazardly on its head, if that still turned out to be true. 

The thing is, if Artigas says that inexplicably the amnesty applies to him too, he's not going to have to fight the paladins. He is going to have to talk to them. In a friendly manner involving no attempted murder whatsoever, or even intentionally provocative insults or anything. Yesterday when he tried to do this, with someone considerably less shaped exactly like the enemy he's spent his whole life fighting, he still ended up reaching for goblin words like he's five and still getting half his vocabulary from his mother's insane slave acquisition decisions. 

They're Iomedae's people, though. If he ever wants to join the army of Heaven he'd best get started learning how, hadn't he. At least Artigas had helpfully demonstrated that you can, in fact, say 'thank you' non-sarcastically. Maybe he'll lead with that. 

Hello, temple of Iomedae. Here is this green guy again. Is Select Artigas available? He has an appointment.