Kerin sinks to one knee, his hand clutching at his heart.
"Kord" he whispers sorrowfully. Never had he felt a loss like this. The spells were nothing compared to the loss of sense with Kord. He hadn't realized how closely he had felt the presence of his god. All these years it had built and built until it was a part of him as much as his heart. And now with that loss it felt as though his heart would burst.
Slowly, shaking tears from his eyes, he rises.
"Yes, let us pass this place and see if we can come to place where the light shines more wholesomely. Though I were to feast here, I should die soon without Kord."
And Kerin draws his large sword, giving it a swing, and shoots Damien a grim smile and a nod to proceed.