Fear. Fear would be the last human emotion the cultist would ever feel before being sent before her master in the most disgraceful manner as Lara brought her full wrath upon the woman for her crimes against all good souls. The cultist was helpless to stop the dangerous force of the tomb raider knocking her to the ground, only to be pulled face to face with the furious fighter."Please, please! Don't kill me! Spare me!"She wept pitilessly, no longer the haughty mistress of evil she had been before with two captives in her hands. Her pleas where quieted by the brutal snapping of her neck, quickly ending her life and sending down into the hells she so worshiped as a heaven sent.<br/><br/>Orrin tried to shut out the awful noise of a life being ended, no matter how vile. The taint of death that this once beautiful church held would forever be a stain on the border of Cheliax and Andoran, marking the hostility of the two nations. The elf would have to shed tears for the fallen innocents later, as more pressing matters to attend to rose, mainly Bastel's wounds and the identity of their new companion."He will be fine, though I do think that the moment he is well, we should proceed towards the heart of Andoran...."He said softly, moving to remove the curvy, offending blade that had been sunk into Bastel's chest.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Orrin(heal check): 15(roll) + 5(skill mod) = 20</div></div><br/><br/>Orrin, without flinching in uncertainty, removed the blade seamlessly from the halfling. He moved onto the next part of the healing,  his hands glowing with that same warm, soft glow that enveloped his being before. Strange words poured from his lips in a prayer like chant, one that defied the infernal surroundings. [/color]<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Orrin cast heal light wounds gain, healing 4 in total. Enough to heal most of it without leaving a huge cut.</div></div><br/>Bastel patted his chest in relief, feeling only a tiny cut where the huge wound had been before. He breathed deeply, grinning like a fool."Or at least heading to a nice tavern for a drink! Especially after all this!"He said, patting Orrin's shoulder heartily."Orrin, my brother, you did it again! Your magic still amazes me!"He said happily before turning to Lara, jumping to his feet."And you, Ma'am, are quite the fighter and our savior! May I ask your name? My name is Bastel! A pleasure to meet you, m'lady." He said, bowing before the woman in a very gentle and a tad sweeping gesture. It would have been complete if only the halfling had a hat. The gesture earned a few chuckles from the calm elf, earning only a stern, but playful glare. It was obvious the two were great friends.