At the Piker hideout...
Ranver sees to the bodies of the fallen, helping Zarathas to gather them in an orderly fashion. He and the Paladin say deathrites over the fallen so their vengeful souls would swiftly find judgement and rest.
He is regretful that they cannot contact the Watch personally, but hopes the commotion (even in this neighborhood) would attract their attention regardless. Still, as one who ran afoul of them a number of times in his youth, he is glad that they have pressing business elsewhere.
He uses a dagger to scratch a rough All-Seeing Eye onto the floor where the bodies are piled. Hoping that this will be sufficient to notify the Watch that the disorder was fallout from official Church business.
On the way to the temple...
Ranver was lost in thought about the strange shape-shifting talisman. It seemed unlikely that its importance was diminished by the change. Rather, a holy temple seemed a perfect location to safeguard a sinister manifestation of a tempestuous goddess. The young priest was suddenly glad of his patron goddess' constance.
There was no real reason to disbelieve the repentant halfling, but talking to the church elders was clearly the next step. Except now that was complicated...
Shaken out of his reflection on the strange events of the evening, Ranver's brow furrows at the change surrounding the lighthouse temple. Zarathas speaks,
"Charlie, could you sneak past them to the temple and see if you can find a priest to explain this. Maybe they are just mercs called by the temple, but they could also be friends of this beast."
Ranver harumphs good-naturedly and mutters something about chopped liver. He peers closely at the figures to see what he might discern or remember.
[sblock=OOC]Religion roll to recognize the men as church folk:
21
If a different skill would be more appropriate, let me know. Streetwise?[/sblock]