Jareel delves into a deep conversation with the paladin, who openly answers all of his questions.
"Alas, we are unaware of how deep the bond goes between that horrid destroyer and the woman we have caged. I have already explained their initial encounter to you, and alas we have little knowledge beyond that. As for the execution plans, I shall be the one to kill her myself. If the Disciple decides to wait until the last moment, I shall be right there to stop him. And we must be willing to kill the woman. If we are not, the discple will not come, and we are left with nothing but a destroyed nation. You asked why we picked midnight? The answer is simple. At night, our disadvantage is his disadvantage. However, people won't be wandering the streets which means if the fighting breaks ouof the viscinity of the church, less people will be harmed in the dreaded aftermath. I'm afraid we have no information on how the Disciple ventures, so we are simply planning for all contingincies. One of which being the Dimensional Lock placed upon the entire church. He will be unable to enter from another plane. Which means he must enter through the trap you inadvertantly triggered. Luckily for you, we noticed you were not the target, and did not attack you while you were caught. That is the fate of the disciple. He shall not escape our wrath."
As Grift, Whin, and all their companions fly over the baron, dead landscape they begin to spot on the horizon random weak undead, wandering aimlessly around the destroyed plains.
Morrigan attempts to Discern Location on Alex, but the spell fails to locate him. An odd tune floats through the air, a compilation of horror and screaming as the torture loving killer makes his way through the streets. Morrigan notes as he enters into a main street that nobody seems to be moving. They are all frozen by the horrid performance, leaving Alex to do whatever he please without letting any of them escape his wrath.
