Perhaps it's the look of renewed resolve in the mercenaries' eyes stemming from the tall dwarf's prayer and the elven song. Or maybe it's the crossbow bolt slamming into one of their number (hurling it back into the wall behind and pinning it there) and the javelin knocking another off its perch. Regardless, the remaining three Pugwampis' caterwauling turns to shrieks of alarm, and they scramble around their ceiling nest looking for places to hide. In less than a heartbeat they disappear from sight, though that pervasive creepy feeling continues to fill the chapel . . .
[sblock=OOC]Perception Checks, anyone? Actions?[/sblock]