Filmark takes his sword and makes sure the kobolds and cultist will never wake from their sleep. As he does this Tyrail moves the bodies to a small cornerstone of the wall covering the smaller kobolds with the larger human bodies. Then he makes his way to the back door, pounding (softly) to be let in.
"EH? Good try, everyone knows Lord Nighthill rules here. If you are a guardsman, what is the name of the castellan what lives up in the keep?" a gruff male voice asks through the doorway.
Rumdum moves as quiet as a mouse to watch the western corner, and luckily for him the high fence and smoke hide him as well. Through a knot hole the halfling watches the side of the church and can just see men with torches at the front cheering on the battering ram. Then he sees a curious sight. A kobold with what looks like an arm-full of wood makes his way to the side of the building. He drops the thin logs and then kneels over them. RUmdum watches as the creature strikes two stones together creating small sparks. Every now and again the kobold looks to the long stain glass windows of the church.
Tina works on another board, trying to make it lose enough to pull free easily, but still wishing it to look like it is in place. As William and Sebastian keep watch. She looks once more through her hole and then curses. She can't see Filmark or Tyrial through the smoky haze, so that means if people starting coming out the backdoor, they won't be able to see the hole she made.
"HUZZAH!" the host cries out as the battering ram does its work.