Susan
"Interesting," She answered before taking a breath. She gave a nod towards the direction Damien had walked off in, wordlessly telling Erandur that they could talk as they followed. Then she pushed off the wall, starting to walk as she said, "I wonder exactly how the torpor induces translocation. Memories leave imprints on objects and locations—that much is known. Maybe the torpor utilizes similar principles, but via the limen rather than any actual object?"

She let out a breath through pursed lips. "Certainly a conundrum. Might make a stop at the College and try to read up on the subject if I'm ever in the area."
Brady
"Perhaps some form of time magic, partially splitting your consciousness in time, allowing you to move through it." He says, "Of course I'm not very knowledgeable in magic, just well read." His hand rests on the hilt of his blade, "Should we expect any resistance on our way to the Skull?"
Dawn
*Erandur followed next to Mirihil while wielding his mace once more*

"How I envy you. I can only imagine the excitement of seeing history through the eyes of another! Sadly, I am resigned to just reading of its wonders through my research of the Skull."

*Coming around the corner of some stairs the sound of light sleeping, groans of sleeping devotees could be heard from the next chamber*

"Your Question has been answered, The inner sanctum is just ahead. We must reach the Skull."

*Swiftly, 3 devotees start waking from their long slumber. One off to the left of the entry and the other two off on the right of said chamber. One by candles on a table, grabbing a staff of fireball. As they started to prepare spells, it's possible to end this swiftly*
Susan
"It was a... Fascinating experience, I'll say that much," Mirihil said in reply to Erandur's wonder.

As they turned the corner and the devotees started to rise, Mirihil brought her hand up in a fist before violently pulling it down, conjuring a nexus of lightning above the three mages. Then, with a stomp, Mirihil carved out and lifted three molten rocks from the floor under her, sending one barreling towards each of the mages with a punch in their direction.
Brady
He throws three darts, one to each devotee, "It's like I don't even need to lift a finger with you here." He says with a chuckle, "I guess my darts *Do* Ignore wards, so it's a bonus." He thrusts forward at the devotee near the entrance, striking before they can raise any defenses