Maren listened to the words of the gray elf, simply shaking his head as she spoke, making no indication that he would speak more than he already had. She was clearly deluded in her thinking, no matter how intelligent the elf appeared to be. The cleric was grateful for the enchanting melody that the hyperactive moon elf played, if only to shut up the scholar. The wild elf would never say it aloud, but the bard was actually quite skilled, even causing him to smile under the mithral helmet of his. It faded as the scholar started to converse with Himmel, but his reply was one of importance. At least where they'd be going would be a small town. Not like this massive city they were in, everything clustered together with no room to breathe.<br/><br/>As and after the group was shoo'd out of the old church, Maren stayed behind the rest of the group, but... Ayariel had a point. They couldn't just walk into the village and start asking about cults and demons, not if these people were indeed being corrupted by said cult and demons as they spoke. The wild elf pondered the situation as they walked, various ideas popping into his head and dismissing themselves. He ignored Inyrra's snarky comment, and had to keep himself from facepalming as the conversation carried on. Really, dresses? They were talking about dresses as they were on their way to slay demons? The cleric just muttered to himself in Elven, possibly about being surrounded by (horny) children, but otherwise just kept on walking with them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>