Torrent hands the mace over, with a smile. "Be my guest Kirio, I favour the battle axe anyway. I'd still appreciate the training Hrimr, the more field healing we have the better we'll be."
Kirio, you spend maybe 20 minutes searching every nook and cranny of the chamber. However, you find nothing new of interest. As for the dead priest, you also learn nothing beyond what is obvious: his face and body are covered in claw wounds.
Alric, the water from your skin pours over the slumbering elven soldier. He does not react to the splash and the water rolls down his body in rivulets, collecting on the floor in small puddles. What water does remain on him seems to hover where the flames are kept at bay. It sizzles slightly and then turns to steam, the pale blue flames continuing to burn unabated.
Torrent scratches her head and says: "I don't know what else we can accomplish here. We have a soldier in an old uniform, who has probably been here for 40 years. We have a dead priest who is most likely Bhurisrava, who has not decayed since whenever he was killed. We also have a smashed display case with no evidence of what was inside, if anything at all. There is powerful magic going on in this room and it is well beyond my comprehension." She looks up at the statue and ponders for a moment. "Given that this is her shrine, I presume we can guess that the elven woman is Anyariel. The stag though ... hmmmm ... wait, didn't Lars envision a stag? Were we not then attacked by flaming creatures in the form of stags?"
