The knight looked at the diviner with utter confusion. How had this happened? He a simple foot soldier getting saddled up with two practitioners of the arcane. They always seemed to speak in tongues and in riddles leaving half-truths and general ambiguity like a touched beggar. She didn't finish her remark as the young girl realized the bodies were swinging in the distance and metaphorically sought shelter with the knight. The poor girl was like so many ignorant to the realm and so much of the darkness that pervaded it. Since the times of war there was little that was easy or nice about the realm. Tokar smiled weakly at her with his few scars wrinkling oddly and was about to speak when the bizarre gibberish returned to her speaking of things in the Earth and darkness. It all made no sense to him but apparently that rambling had given the Sorcerer Serxien enough time to ponder the possibilities who had shuffled towards the door while the two spoke ignorant of his actions.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">". . . Perhaps we should go in?"</span><br/><br/>What was thought to just be whispering rumors in the background or a faint breeze rustling through the trees for just a moment was realized as a faint mumbling emanating from the sorcerer's hood. He had stretched out the wrinkled skeleton like appendage he called a hand and touched the door. A faint blue glow flowed forth from the cowl and through the end of the robed sleeve onto the hand and in turn the door. No words were audible and at once a cannon shot blew forth from the cowl as the word exploded with an inhuman presence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Wakcle!"</span><br/><br/>The door glowed brightly and several spots on it burned brilliantly and just as quickly died out leaving a blackened charred pattern on the door that appeared to be a circle at each corner of the door with ferocious animal skull painted in the middle. The sorcerer was un-phased by this event and retreated back into his robes as the door swung open light poured into the room from the outside but otherwise it seemed uninteresting.<br/><br/>Tokar was accustomed to scenes like this trying to belay the true intent of scenes and produced his long sword and moved very deliberately into the room left foot forward then right food up to meet the left and so on with the blade ready before him. The room was undisturbed with empty pews littering the smooth rock ground. Numerous candles burned throughout the room and otherwise it looked normal. Unfortunately the feeling of uneasiness that had seized the trio only moments ago when they encountered the magically warded door had not subsided upon their entry so there was something else happening here that wasn't as obvious. The knight spun around to face the door they had come through weary that perhaps they had let something evil in but the same worrisome silence remained. He turned back towards the others with a confused look on his face before shuffling up to the ledge where the sermon would be delivered from but nothing seemed outstanding including the pulpit itself save for a leather bound and strapped booklet sitting there.<br/><br/>The knight absentmindedly picked it up and examined it. It appeared to be a journal of sorts but the knight wanted to remain alert, "Diviner. A ledger of some sort. Here!" He tossed it towards the woman and upon grasping it the world around her went dark as if the transition from day to night had rapidly occurred. She blinked wondering what had just happened but the dull glow of the candles was gone and no one stood beside her. The pews were gone and the room was much smaller with a dank smell like a cellar that immediately brought Callista back to the feeling just outside the church. There was a monk like figure in a simple robe sitting away from her scribbling madly with a quill not bothering to dip for fresh ink or even to pause. The monk seemed completely oblivious to the woman and kept writing. As the woman neared the monk looked up from his perch and in a near frantic voice squeaked out, "Is it ready? Did you prepare it?"<br/><br/>Before you can even answer he goes back to scribbling and as you near the parchment he's writing on has no ink on it but is being scratched and torn from the quill's frantic movements. At once he gets up from the perch and blood begins to flow from his mouth but it doesn’t bother the monk in the least as he thrusts the parchment into your hands.<br/><br/>"Go quickly! I'll stay and buy time. Hurry!"<br/><br/>The world returned to Callista only to have Tokar kneeling besides her and shaking her by the shoulders, "-r me? Callista! Callista!" There was urgency and worry in the knight's voice who upon seeing her return to her senses sighed heavily and released her. "I'm so sorry!-Are you ok? What happened?" The worry still dripped from the knight's tongue as the woman to him simply collapsed upon colliding with the book.