Dawn
*In a matter of minutes-Seconds the devotees drop dead. Twitching as if they were still breathing, Erandur rush ahead of them. Pointing out a wooden door ahead*

"It should be just on the other side of this door."

*Staying put, allowing the two to search around and catch up*
Susan
"Let's get this done then. Hankering for a bottle of mead and a warm fire," Mirihil said as she approached the door.
Brady
"I'm actually longing for open sea right now." He says, "Sailing in a storm would be preferable to this."
Dawn
*Erandur opens the double doors, now in the inner sanctum. But shuffling from across the hall as two figures come out of the shadows. Mirihil may recognize them*

"Wait... Veren... Thorek... Your alive?"

*Erandur said with joy, glancing back at his group then the two*
"No thanks to you, Casmir." 

"I no longer use that name. I'm Erandur, Priest of Mara."

*Erandur kept talking, it could be observed as if for atleast Damien he's clearly used to be here*

"You're a traitor. You left us to die and then ran before the Miasma took you."

*Veren spoke up, being aggressive. Grabbing his sword as he pointed at Erandur*
Susan
It took a moment, but Mirihil definitely recognized these people. So Erandur had been Casimir, and those had been his memories she had seen. Interesting, but far from the most pressing matter.

"Get out of our way. We're destroying the Skull," She barked, stepping forward. "We've turned every other cultist here to meat and ash. Don't think we won't do the same to you if you don't get out of our way."
Brady
"I sincerely have no idea what you're blabbering about, but if you don't put that sword down I'll be forced to make you drop it." He says, brandishing his rapier, "That artifact is a threat to everyone in the area, it needs to be destroyed."