With the priests dead, Aya grumbled, fluffing off the remaining flames from her cloak. "I go through these things like crazy... getting outta hand." She sighs, kicking one of the corpses before turning to the others, still singed and disgruntled looking.<br/><br/>"Haven't seen your stuff... then again, I haven't much looked either. Kinda just got here, been getting eaten by bugs and burned by hellfire." A tiny, half-manic chuckle escapes her lips as she turns to examine the room, her elven eyes seeking out anything unusual, anything of use.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>