Jill seems to be too far away to make out the Cleric's words, so she just waves from amid the tall grass, that reaches almost to her waist, and continues searching for whatever poor critter she was chasing.
Peth remains hidden, while Kye patiently waits in the middle of the bridge, as Thok and Merry approach. The girl follows behind the large Half Orc, but as soon as they reach the Helmite, the human lass pokes her head from behind the muscular Barbarian and smiles pleasantly.
"Hello master Cleric, I am happy to see that a follower of the Vigilant One has graced our lands and is protecting us from evil. My name is Merry, and this is my new found friend, Thok." - she playfully pats the Half Orc's bulging biceps.
The girl steps up and offers her hand, her ravishing beauty now apparent to Kye and the hidden Gnome below.
Everyone can feel a brisk chill overtaking the air, despite the lack of wind, but the silence is only disturbed by the creek washing against the bridge's foundations, and the singing of the last birds that have not yet flown south for the winter.
***
The woman behind Alevyth clicks her tongue and replies with a calm voice.
"Well you certainly are prettier than any thug I've ever met. But somehow that piece of entrails hanging from your right knee blade seems to disagree with your peaceful nature. - still, her voice holds no malice, and maybe even a hint of amusement can be caught. -
Tell you what, I will now lower my sword and lead you by the arm towards the cathedral. I'm sure Lazarus would like to hear out your position. This witchcraft should disperse soon i think."
Ferviel looks quite irritated to say the least. His brows thicken as he grasps the hilt of his mace.
"I swear by Lathander's holy light, I should bash your skull in right now you insolent little turd!" He stops and eyes Latham over.
"But this operation will need bookworms like you - I hear there might be a Lich in the Valley. They always target the arcane spell-slinger first." Ferviel grins wickedly, revealing his teeth. He sure doesn't act like a bucket of sunshine, which is strange, as Latham knows that this is certainly a part of Lathander's dogma and usually priests of Lathander are positive and optimistic morning people.
Galen seems excited at the mention of the Chirch of Pelor, and he puts the quill and parchment aside.
"Ho! This is great news indeed, friend! 'Twas a long time ago that i met a follower of the Solar deity worshiped far to the East, Pelor - a brother to our Lathander. You are most welcomed amongst us! I will take pleasure in the chance of slaying undead with one such as you by my side! - the man extends his mail clad fist, the red polished armor gleaming brightly in the sun. -
Had i not neglected my studies in lore for the more practical lessons of combat, i would probably have heard of Erykul. I'm sure that Lazarus might have heard of his exploits though, even if you hail from Elysium."