Father Thomason was sitting, a few people working on cleaning up the place. Bodies had been moved away, and blood was being washed off, but the grim atmosphere had not lightened. "The place will need to be properly consecrated once everything is cleaned up again. I pray for the souls of those who were murdered here today." Father Thomason maintained a dignified presence even seated, a man of respectable strength and will, even blindness did nothing to shake the image of his capabilities.<br/><br/>"Gabriel? Ahh." He nod his head. Seeming to recognise the man from the sound of his footsteps alone. There was something present though. A feel of magic. He was wearing his holy symbol again. Nonetheless, he took up the scroll tube again, nodding quietly, promising to put it where the other one was as soon as the place was empty and there was nobody else to supervise.<em>Nobody else to see where he put it.</em><br/><br/>Nonetheless, things were in order there at least, it appeared.