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Lex's attempt to keep watch so as to intercept any possible unwanted pursuers was cut short by the unmistakable sounds of glass shattering and infighting. Exhaling loudly, he trudged towards the cacophony's source, squinting at the scene that unfolded before him as he approached. Upon taking a moment to examine the two captives, one of which was still submerged, he immediately struck the container with an ungraceful swipe. The blow was powerful enough to scatter shards of glass across the room and possibly splatter the garments of anyone nearby with whatever filthy liquid filled these tanks held.

The prisoner's well being, however, did not seem to be Lex's main concern. Instead, he was quick to address them both, and locked eyes with the clearly conscious dwarf. "Tell us of the ones who seized you."

An eerie quiet overtook Lex after the priestess gasped her final breath, one that made most of his other lapses into nonverbal communication pale in comparison. Having distanced himself from the rest, he idly considered the cathedral's massive interior, and occasionally paced lethargically back and forth before returning to the same position. Once again, his gaze fell upon the battered bodies laying unceremoniously on the ground. His gloves produced a low squeak as the maul's hilt pressed against leather, and his clenched fist slightly trembled.

Though there was no time for contemplation, as the rest prepared to descend into some sort of underground compartment within the cathedral, with the more gracefully moving of their lot leading the way. He sluggishly followed, halting right beside the stairwell, and after a brief moment of stillness, he spoke.

"Move ahead. I will descend to guard your rear. In a while. Quieter that way."

His voice carried a strange, almost bitter tint to it, as if the paladin was unwilling to reveal the full extent of his thoughts to the rest, though that was usually the case regardless of circumstances.

Cornered though she were, the priestess was not without further tricks. It appeared that after commanding her animated weapon to assault Ulor, nearly felling him again, she tried to make her escape. Lex's expression hardened and his jaw clenched as he raised his weapon. Not a moment later, his hammer began to glow, appearing as if it had reentered the forge, and a jet of spiritual flame encircled it, violently propelling it forward. The downwards sweep struck true, searing the fish-woman's back and knocking her away from the paladin. The battered body rolled a few times, and after a brief moment of stillness, it showed, against all odds, signs of life. Slow, pained breaths emanated from the creature's blood-filled lungs. With the immediate vicinity clear, Lex seemed to return in a state of relative calmness and approached the fallen foe with slow, cautious steps...



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Lex's eyes widened as he saw the fishlike priestess sprinting to safety and locking the door behind her. A timely intervention, however, reopened the way almost immediately and caused the paladin to sprint towards the now cornered aquatic. Perhaps recalling the previous cutthroat's escape, he seemed hastier than usual as he made his pursuit, and prepared to strike the priestess with a jab that seemed more of an attempt to incapacitate than an a legitimate strike.

It was impossible to tell if Lex was even slightly dismayed at the sight of the loud-mouthed pest's restored vitality, but if the ensuing swiftness of his actions was anything to go by, dispatching the reptile had taken priority over assaulting the priestess, who was being taken care of by the others. It seemed that Ulor and the feline were being rallied by the green woman as well, relieving the paladin from any such duties, and allowing him to turn his undivided attention the the adversaries at hand. His hammer tore through the air, but this time it was the weapon's broad side that saw use as the hammer's ample mass was utilized to its' full extent.

With the hired muscle dead, Lex immediately assessed the situation at hand. Since the half-fish priestess was well outside of the paladin's immediate vicinity, he turned to the more present threat and swung his maul downwards in an attempt to bash the creature into submission. Despite attacking the tiny draconid, the flaming sigil that fueled Lex's supernatural focus had appeared on the priestess instead, possibly to ensure that no one would escape so easily this time.

It was not long before Lex decided to withdraw for a time. Leaving a nearly finished cup back, he sluggishly moved into the room in which he had left the tied prisoners, barely even noticing Ulor's presence. He sat with a heavy thump upon the nearest bed, and, for the first time in recent memory, removed his armor, revealing simple and heavily worn britches and a short, equally ragged tunic underneath. Still seated and with his hammer in hand, he stood guard, ensuring the two thugs would not wake up or attempt to loosen their restraints. But, it seemed that as time went on, a heavy weariness finally took over, possibly the accumulated strain from their encounter at the damned village had finally brought the paladin low. His heavy-eyed glare began to fail, as Lex nodded off and prodded himself back to awareness. Finally, at his last few waking, albeit delirious moments, his tired mind perceived -or so it thought- an uncanny sight. A flaming sigil hovered inches away from one of the miscreants' head, yet, to the paladin's perplexity, it was mighty familiar. Too far gone to discern if such a sight was dream or reality, he leaned on his hammer and fell asleep to the smell of burning skin.

And when he awoke, the two were gone. Bolting upright, his expression darkened, his fingers clenched, and a vague snarl escaped him. The rest of his stay in the Kobold was spent frozen in front the loose bindings that held the brigands together. Thankfully, the paladin did not have enough time to dwell on the matter, as it appeared that it was the time for the group to move.

The walk towards the cathedral had barely calmed the man down, if his constantly shaking fist was to be taken as evidence. Only when Yvah introduced the halfbreed giddily did Lex snap out of his contemplation and once again paid heed to his surroundings. A stony nod of acknowledgement was offered at the new addition, and Lex carried on his march. When the party finally found themselves before the cathedral's immense facade, it was decided that some reconnaissance was in order. Although somewhat hazardous, potential insight on what went on inside could be needed, and if an attack was to take place, only a half-open door separated whatever adversaries dwelling within from Lex's hammer. And so, while the more stealthy were inspecting the cathedral from inside, Lex's eyes sparked with the light of heated metal, carefully examining the building's exterior for any signs of malignant tampering.

Having nothing to do, and with the keys being nowhere in sight, Lex retrieved some rope from his bag and tied the two cutthroats together, securing their hands behind their backs and making two connected loops around each one's neck. Judging by his nonchalant approach, he found nothing particularly jarring about restraining these two in public. As he completed the neck-bindings, which were admittedly somewhat tricky, some chatter caught his attention, mainly the tavernmaster dispensing orders, apparently at the rest of the inn's guests and after that... An offer for a drink? It seemed like the feline and the halfbreed had taken initiative, if the mention of his recent struggles was any indication. Yet, he noticed that mere moments later, the tiefling had procured keys to their rooms. Seeing the elf and Arthera withdraw, he briefly gave Araerys a vacant look before dragging the two bound thugs to the nearest room, leaving his mug where it lay.

Moments later, the sound of Lex's slow, thumping steps grew louder as he approached the counter, his hammer still firmly in hand. He took a moment to consider his surroundings and slowly took a seat on a stool close to the other two, with highly ungraceful movements that made it seem as if the man was quite unaccustomed to the current situation. Grabbing the mug, he examined it for a second and took a long, drawn-out swig, before addressing Yvah. "Nearly died." he said while staring at the opposing wall, having recalled the statement she made not too long ago. His monotone voice made it hard to tell, but it seemed like a crude attempt at jesting. Twisting on his stool with a clatter, he peered around the room once more, inspecting the numerous patrons, and shortly thereafter returned to his drink, downing another mouthful effortlessly.


Two bodies fell, landing in what would be an exceedingly uncomfortable position for them, were they conscious. There was no characteristic sound of broken bones or dislocated joints, not that the paladin would particularly care either way. An inconspicuous writhing of the shoulders indicated that Lex was somewhat relaxed, now that the group had reached a somewhat safe area. Speaking of which, despite being noticeably calmer, numerous dead-eyed glances being continuously cast around the room revealed that he was still very much alert and awaiting further conflict. The inn he was lead to did not seem to house the best of characters, and Lex was already suspicious of the patrons and their intentions. The barkeep, though, seemed to be a different matter altogether. Although the man visibly narrowed his eyes, examining the latter as he conversed with the group's feline, something told him that if the party was desperate enough to rely on anyone in the immediate surroundings, it would be that tiefling.

Lex walked over to the keep, and after examining him with a vacant stare, he slid an additional five gold at his general direction. A few seconds passed, and the paladin remained immobile. Then, without so much as a word, he returned to the two battered heaps and grabbed them by their overshirts, lifting part of them off the ground. Still fixated on the barkeep, he simply waited there, perhaps expecting the apparent owner of the establishment to present the party's keys.
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