The diviner's acknowledgment of a vision did bring some relief to the knight. Despite traveling together for some time the presence of these 'visions' still disturbed him especially when they came at random with such force as this one did. It seemed to frustrate her as well judging by her tone of voice. As the diviner read more of the journal the worry seemed to grow more intensely as the ledger of the past events became slightly clearer.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">“Tokar, Serxien, in my vision there was a man, dressed in a monk’s habit, writing on a parchment – but the quill had no ink. Blood began pouring from his mouth” Callista’s voice was tinged with fear, eyes wide open, but her composure otherwise intact “and he rolled it up, handing it to someone and telling them that he would ‘buy time’…I don’t think that the locked door was meant to stop anyone from going in. I think it was meant to stop something from getting out”</span><br/><br/>The implications of that were horrific now. What had they done and what was going to be the outcome of this now? As if on cue there came from seemingly in the ground below them a colossal groan that shook the ground as if the soil itself protested what had been discovered or what was transpiring. The noise had been audible the night before while they were in the tavern but it had sounded just like a chilled night breeze and nothing more and at this point it sounded like a horn wailing. Along with the rumbling of the ground the sound of wood rattling as if in the midst of a storm was audible behind the pulpit. It subsided and there was silence throughout the chapel again save for the heavy breathing of the knight as his adrenal glands throttled up in response to the event. The sorcerer didn't seem the least bit concerned and if anything perked up at the occurrence and immediately spoke with a small sense of urgency in contrast to the usual calm slow demeanor.<br/><br/>"We must investigate, we've already involved ourselves here. Knight, block the door we'll look for an entrance."<br/><br/>Tokar nodded with a furrowed brow and began moving a pew towards the door they had come through. In the meantime the sorcerer moved with a purpose he hadn't in some time towards where the wood was rattling revealing a cellar entrance with two wooden doors flanking the outsides. As they stood over the door the sorcerer took the opportunity to pause. The doors swing open with little consequence and it reveals a stone staircase into the belly of the ground beneath the chapel and as they descend another groan rumbles forth with much more strength than before. Whatever the source was they seemed to be nearing it. The sorcerer takes the lead unconcerned at this point and is the first to arrive. Within the first chamber is a preparation room where corpses would be displayed before the town and thusly prepared for their final destination either by fire or by burial as the people desired. There were two corpses in the room. A grown man that appeared to be a monk sitting with his back against the slab and a younger child on the slab itself. Both of the cadaver's clothing still cling to them but are soiled by blood and other, at distance, unidentifiable things while small leather bags sit next to the monk, likely belonging to both him and the child. The physical details of the monk are difficult to discern because below the nose is a bloody hole as if the man had his jaw wrenched from his face but he doesn't look like the monk from the vision.<br/><br/>The child is slightly more whole but the universal detail on both of them is the colossal hole in their torso where their internal organs had once been and are now gone. There appears to be at least one organ besides the child on the slab with a chunk missing from the side as if it was bitten. There are other bite marks over the bodies with chunks missing. The monk's eyes betray a look of horror however the face of the child looks calm and restful as if he were sleeping. Bloody tools such as knifes and tongs surround the slab and there's a trail of the crimson leading away from them down towards the hall.<br/><br/>The hood shifted about the room as the sorcerer studied it in detail taking it all in. At no point did he ever turn to see if the other two had followed him down and had simply kept examining but spoke almost to himself more than anyone else with a degree of trepidation twisting about his tone.<br/><br/>"This. . . Jewel. Did you see it?"