Inyrra looked at the priestess, a sad expression flitting across her face.<span style="color: indigo">"Regrettably my dear, I think our arrival may have galvanized their actions. They would have done the same eventually and I take solace in the fact that we were here to prevent any further bloodshed." </span>The tiefling did feel bad for those that had died but knew that lingering would only delay their mission.<span style="color: indigo"> "Follow me." </span>She said simply before turning to follow her allies.<br/><br/>Inyrra slipped down the staircase with surprising speed and in complete silence. Upon seeing the room ahead she gritted her teeth. She hated torture, partly from firsthand experience and mostly because it was just horrible. She moved into the shadows, watching the poor woman on the rack and creeping closer to the cultists. They would pay dearly for their evil deeds she promised herself as she drew closer. Her hands flexed ready to call forth her swords at any second.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>