Gorun shakes his head slightly, pushing himself slightly unsteadily back fully upright from leaning on the conjured stone box.  “I won’t need help back to the door, just back to town,” he clarifies.  “I’ll do what I can to guard the door in the event that we have any other unexpected visitors.  Go retrieve the children,” he says, and makes his way to the corner of the dais steps.  Using the side of these as a guide, he marches purposefully toward the entrance, using the sides of the benches to keep in on course once he’s past the dais.  He stops beside the last bench, waiting there with one hand on the wood, still warm from the fireball.  His stomach continues its work on the priestess in the meantime, reducing her from the lovely woman she once was to an unrecognizable and mostly liquid mass.<br/><br/>————————————————————<br/><br/>Moving at more than half speed requires a DC 10 acrobatics check to keep from falling prone, and since I have a +9 to my roll… yeah.  No point in touching the d20. ^.~