"We're told to wait." states one of two statues present. Only eyes move to track little creature and even that is hard to say with uniform color of deva eyes.
"Devas?" Papolstaanas whispers. "Are they decent honorable churchgoing folk or brutish untrustworthy monsters?"
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I was thinking we're closer to entrance as nobody indicated that he goes except for Azryah. And reading carefuly, one can surmise Cyr followed since MetaVoid describes two statues and obviously assumes we're all there.
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"Meh! Wait, wait! You need help, you don't let your helpers wait! C'mon Lucky, let's get this sorted out, let that poor fellow to his chores. We go and see big honcho!"
"We are angels, kobold. You may speak to us directly. Each one of us choose to be bound to mortal plane in mortal shell to better enjoy its changeability and infinite variations of the same. We are immortal, insofar we'll be reborn when this body fails. It can happen now or in hundred years.
Now with that little bit of history over, I am Cyr Iannes, invoker of The Storm Lord. What is your name?"