Gloria
"Just hope there isn't some rogue student who goes down there to "Study" It."

*There were bare footprints into the cave. Something has been there.*
Phyllis
"These weren't here before." He says, inspecting them, "And they aren't mine. I tend to wear shoes." He draws his sword, "This'll be interesting."
Gloria
*He removed his staff from his back to walk with. As they entered in, into that "Puzzle" Room... Chimes... Faint chimes...*

"It's as though i can feel it in my Brass... It's here... The Energy..."
Phyllis
"Something crawled where it shouldn't have." He says, he was still wearing the amulet he got from Neloth, "Hope you aren't planning on going crazy on me."
Gloria
"That already happened to me, I think I'll be fine."

*He joked, but he did try to start a cult in the clockwork city after Sotha Sil died.*

"Look."

*There were two entitys beneath the statue of Almalexia. It was defaced now, her forehead had been shattered and she was missing an arm. The beings were Ash Zombies, Heads burst from enlightenment. They were babbling incoherently.*
Phyllis
He does everything he can to keep himself from laughing at the state of Alma's statue, he ultimately fails, almost howling in laughter, after getting his composure back he readies hismelf to kill them, "Wonder how they got to Solstheim, I'd thought they'd've gone extinct by now."
Gloria
*They turned, the two of them rushing towards them up the rocks. Byleth conjured a Lurker. It waited on the ridge for them to approach before... Disposing of them.*

"The Blight may come from the Mask. These are likely bandits who have been "Enlightened"."
Phyllis
"Reavers, I bet. The local bandit gang." He says, "Almost exclusively Dunmer, likely exiles from Morrowind who fell on hard time." He sighs as the ash zombies die, "I'd say a prayer but I doubt it would mean anything."
Gloria
"Save the Ceremony for when we're finished."

*They descended further. The statue was ruined. It would likely completely collapse if provoked. The chimes were coming from the central chamber.*
Phyllis
He resists the temptation to knock the statue over, following Byleth down to the central chamber, sword drawn, "Whatever is down there I doubt it can be easily slain with a Lurker."
Gloria
*The chimes. It was like a heartbeat... And there was a drumming. An imitation of the Heart.*

"I... I dont like this. Not at all."

*He looked at the Tribunal crest on the back of his palm. Perhaps it would bring him some sort of divine blessing.*