Dent grunted and watched the others pry at the remaining statue. "A statue for each of our sins, it seems." The knight looked around at his impromptu band of brothers. They'd fought together thrice in two days, and while the spellcasters' queer ways frustrated him, he felt a modicum of grudging respect forming. "We left a threat at the keep. I don't care to leave another. I would have us enter through that door there," Dent pointed with blade a second time at the stairs, "and soldier on. Even so, I defer to the wishes of the unit; if you are hurt and without resource, we shall leave."
"I'm pretty sure that thing isn't real,"Damien said with strong faith in the quality of his insult. Who knows, maybe the real one is so proud it had a statute of itself commissioned. Wouldn't that be something.