Garnet shoulders her pack, happy enough to leave the group's treasure in care of the priest but not entrusting her own gear to him. She spent several hours the prior night cleaning the blood out of her armor, so it shines brightly enough in the light of the stained glass windows, but her clothing is still stained. She pays that no mind as she dons her shield.
She nods politely if a bit curtly to the Father and sets out.