Suddenly even Galahad was bored with watching the goings on. They had a mission to accomplish. He picked up his pack to sling it over his shoulder when a metallic object suddenly tore through a tent in the bag. It had been damaged in the fighting, though nobody had noticed. Galahad picked up the platinum bracelet with it's sapphire setting. Studying it for a moment, he suddenly smiled and slipped it onto his wrist. Then, he spent a minute, concentrating on the hole in his bag, he was moving the bejeweled hand about and speaking in an arcane tongue as the fabric began to knit itself back together. As he cast this spell, the gem gleamed with an azure light of it's own.
Satisfied with his work, the priest smiled and donned his back before turning back to the others. "Fascinating... Well, shall we?"
He took one last look at the fort, before setting out with the group.