Silence fell as Serphia’s words reverberated around the nave, save for a murmuring coming from the outer circle behind the columns, getting slowly louder. Looking around, the Night Elf could make out faces peeking out from behind the columns, hiding in the relative gloom. Someone who wasn’t hiding on the other hand, was a priestess about a foot away from the Night Elf, who looked as though she had been kneeling at the altar before Serphia barged in. She now pointed a shaking finger at the Night Elf as she stared at her, and the giant cat, both standing as bold as brass on top of the raised marble tableu, bathed in the faint glow of the dawning sun. “You – you dare¬….” * “So there were cultists in there” “Yes….I’m afraid so, Priestess” Liam said sombrely as he walked in step with Priestess Thea, the latter moving swiftly through the corridors towards the central nave. “Rune was actually right on the truth – more or less. If we’d been there any later, I doubt Kath….ehhh, Apprentice Priestess Lennox would have survived” “Then that has been achieved, regardless of what this might cost us” Thea pronounced, before shooting Liam a slightly softer look. “How is she?” “Good….surprisingly good. She’s taken it rather well” “That’s promising, if true” Thea frowned as she opened a door to exit into the Nave. “So how many elves did we have?” “Six” [b]“Quit your gawping, useless creatures, and take this infidel off my hands!”[/b] “….seven” Liam gulped as he stared at the sight in front of him, before his eyes widened still further as he caught sight of the unconscious Rae’liel. “Eight?” “You are…trespassing on sacred ground!” the priestess next to Serphia at the altar gasped. Tall, middle aged and rather large, her outrage appeared to have defeated her fear of the heavily armed sentinel and the tiger. Meanwhile, Thea surveyed the ridiculous scene before letting out a small sigh and heading towards the altar, Liam reluctantly following after. “May light forgive you, get off the plinth and…and get that thing out of here…!” “The thing has brought someone in need of help here, Clarissa” Thea observed carefully as she reached the altar, bowing her head respectfully towards the older woman before turning sharply to beckon at the shadows. “Apprentice Priest Morgan, Apprentice Priestess Ardent. Come over here and help Priestess Gray take this woman to the infirmary. “….” A few reluctant seconds later, two young humans slunk out of the shadows and towards the altar. “I…really? I suppose…alright” Liam stuttered, before nearly falling over as Serphia disdainfully dropped Rae’liel on him. “Oof!” Having dealt with that, Thea then returned her attention to Serphia. Laying a soothing arm of Clarissa’s shoulder (who looked as though she was one step away from trying to physically toss Serphia and Silafeen out of the doors), she tilted her head up to look at the larger woman. “Thank you for bringing her to us. Now take that Sabre outside, and if you intend to return without it please respect our customs. Thank you” * "Is that... ?" “Someone who’s come to the wrong place, I guess” Kathlin observed thoughfully, having also looked up at the loud shout from above them. “We don’t have many physicians. Just clerics” Apparently under the impression that she had resolved any misunderstanding or confusion in the other woman with that comment, Kathlin returned to removing Alissahs armour, taking particular care around the unpleasant, half-healed deep wound she had suffered in her side from the Peculiar Death Knight. While she worked, the girl glanced several times at the tattoos covering the rogue with interest, and did not comment. “Yes, the night shift on the doors usually get a newspaper in the morning. I can ask for you, if you like”