after stepping into the alleyway the druid stops to examine the people on the road before moving on. "a moment" he says to Gajol when she issues her command. he takes out a small flask from a side compartment on his backpack, uncorks it, and smears some of the ointment within on his eyes while mumbling an incantation and signaling a sign in the air with his other hand. After he finishs the spell* his eyes lit up in a green light for a moment before returning to normal, revealing a handsome face with green runic tattoos on his cheeks and chin similar to those on the back of his hands.<br/><br/>As the group enters the church he remains silent and completely ignores the conversation, instead, he examines the room and the people in it, it’s clear from his tense stance and the way he grips the pommel of his sword that something is not right. “demons, hiding in the crowd, a vrock in the first row, the rest, not so impressive” he whispers urgently, he lets go of the sword pommel and reaches again to the side compartment on his backpack and takes out a fistful of… pebbles. “what should we do?” he whispers to Gajol calmly, his self restraint remains intact even in the face of danger.<br/><br/>(*<i>True Seeing</i>for those among us who have Spellcraft)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>