Oratha's frown never left her face as she inspected the signs of activity.  The blood could be as innocuous as something from a hunted animal, but the location gave her concern.  How many would desecrate a temple in such a way?  She hoped none of the locals, which didn't leave many other options.  Still, it wasn't a reason to turn back.  If anything, it was reason to continue.  If evil had taken up residence, she needed to purge it.<br/><br/>With her shield up and at the ready, and her free hand on the hilt of her sword, Oratha pushed onward.  The hairs on her neck stood on end from the sensation of being watched, yet she saw nothing.  It gave her pause, and almost caused her to turn back.  A sensation like that could mean many things, from magic, to divinity, to paranoia.  But, again, she pushed on.  She had a job to do, she'd do it.<br/><br/>Oratha performed a quick circuit of the main floor before heading down.  She wasn't to be certain there was no one lurking about.  Then, assuming no interruption, she headed for the stairs down to the basement.