The Gnome recovers from his own personal horror, but is very quiet and only goes back to retrieve his crossbow. He seems to be eying the surroundings with caution and is visibly still somewhat shaken from his experience.
Meanwhile, Jill gets up on her feet and approaches Thok.
"Did we meet the Lady? Um i told you she is scary! I think i found Tatters though. He sometimes does that to me, and then i can't remember anything. - Merry give the Barbarian a sour look and places her hands on her hips, but before she can speak, Jill smacks Thock's muscular hip with her tiny hand. -
Green man you promised me you'd help me get Tatters! Why did you lose him?"
Merry sighs and grabs her sister by the shoulder.
"That's enough Jill, shut up about your doll and let's get away from this place. You are not to come here again alone under penalty of a year's grounding and only peas and broccoli for dinner!"
That apparently influences Jill more than any talk of ghosts, because her face turns pale at Merry's words and she seems to become very obedient.
Merry urges Thok and Peth to go on towards the city in the distance, while Jill stops and looks at Kye. The Helmite is still kneeling on the ground, his forehead placed against the hilt of his blade. The little girl suddenly dashes without warning and jumps on Kye's mail clad shoulders, hugging his chest from behind.
"You promised I can ride on your shoulders big knight sir!" Jill says with a pleading voice, while her sister exhales and rolls her eyes.
Up above, the storm clouds have gathered and the greyness of a rainy afternoon is looming above the world.
***
After the intrusion, Lazarus simply stares for a moment with an amazed look on his face. The other Paladins are on edge, with their hands on their weapons, waiting for the leader's action.
Ferviel on the other hand, seems only slightly annoyed.
"Damn it Bran I told you not to bring your damn goat in my temple." the Cleric grumbles, raising his hands against the Paladins.
"Err.. Lazarus. This is the town Ranger i spoke of earlier. Bran's a good man, a little hot headed, but a good man..."
"GOAT!? DAMN IT FERVIEL LOBRI IS A DIRE RAM! - The red haired man spits as he shouts with anger. His voice echoes trough the hall and everyone looks at him as if he is a moron. Apparently he takes a bit of shame, as he continues with a lower tone. -
Crap, if ye weren't me drinking buddy i'd break yer teeth, damn Priest."
"What is the meaning of this foolishness?!" Lazarus seems quite annoyed as he goes down the isle to face the tall man. He signals Galen with his left hand, and the red armoured warrior lowers his blade and steps back.
"
Hm well your lads outside didn't want no one interruptin' yer little tea party ye see, you all with your golden armours and pretty shiny swords and all. - Bran seems he is about to spit, but reconsiders after seeing Ferviel's sour face. -
Meanwhile, outside the city walls there's zombies and things, roaming around looking for someone ta chew on! - Bran seems angry, but then again that might be his usual state. He waves the long pole with the zombie heads he is holding in his left hand to emphasize his words. -
So before ye all decided to go a suicidn' in da valley, I wanted to ask ye fer some backup to clear the fields so da peasants can reel da last harvest in before autumn comes."
After a brief moment of silence, where only Lobri's heavy breathing can be heard, Lazarus replies:
"How many of the undead are roaming? What kinds have been identified?"
Bran thinks for a moment, scratching his head with his thick fingers.
"I'd say about a score o' zombies an' some skeletons too, managed to track them last night. It's strange, them deaders never dun got past the lychgate before. I've always thought they were warded inside."
Lazarus gives a brief pause before answering with a much calmer voice:
Very well. Adeladie, take this fine young man, if he is willing - he points to Alevyth with his mail clad fist. -
as well as master Sensalar and see to it that Bran is assisted with the extermination. I hope both of you men will agree to aiding my second lieutenant? Be careful, her wit is as swift as her blade." - The aged Paladin smiles.
At his words, Ferviel is visibly relieved, and Bran raises his chest in a victorious pose, obviously happy with the result.
***
Outside, in the thick crowd, Latham can hear a voice in his ear just as he is about to turn the corner.
"Wait my friend, you seem to have a basic grasp on magic. Let us talk of artifacts and wealth." The Keht is unable to detect anything, but Latham realizes that the other spellcaster had used magic to communicate with him. His voice is deep and measured, even if the
friend part did sound somewhat artificial.
[sblock=Spellcraft DC 10 or INT check DC 10]The man has cast
Message.[/sblock]