Jayne instinctively reaches for two things as she is caught up in her vision, her holy symbol and the shoulder of her companion, the one that her order entrusted her to train in the ways of Bahamuth whom had just joined her at the altar.  She desperately tried to gather every detail of the last visage that she witnessed, specifically trying to see the face or any other identifying factor, though the armor was pretty unique.<br/><br/>Gasping for breath and sickened as the evil washed over her, she prayed audibly for favor and protection as she vowed that she would do her part to see that the crown would do no more harm to the mortal realm.<br/><br/>Still shaking, Jayne rose from her feet, gripping the altar for stability.<br/><br/>"We may have to destroy this artifact, brother, there is evil afoot and I fear we have just been made instruments to reawaken it, furthering its evil purposes..."  Jayne spoke quietly as the resounding thunder finally died in sharp echoes within the temple.  "Come, we will find the ship of our new companion and pray on this further."<br/><br/>With that, she makes her way to the docks.  Her eyes are wide open and the light warms her, though the evil brooding of yet another storm loomed upon the horizon.  She would ask the captain if there was anything she could do to help get under way, though she admits that she rarely takes voyage upon a ship.  Winking at him, she confides, "I have a flying mount and my trusty spy glass should we need some overwatch on our journey, please pass this on to your master at arms."