"There were better times for Cheliax, yes, when Androen was still alive. But this incident isn't truly typical of the people's feelings. Oh no, these cultists were truly chaotic in their nature...But we aren't in Cheliax, we are very close to the border between Cheliax and Andoran. Andoran is a very free nation, but even then, stuff like this can happen..."Bastel said softly, seeming a tad forlorn at the sound of his own thoughts. The damage done to the poor town they had been asked to help would take many years to repair...That and he wasn't even sure if the cultists had used all the people they captured as sacrifices. The halfling only gripped his dark coat around him tighter as he busied himself with finding their gear, looking everywhere for it.<br/><br/>"There will always be those who feign something to get what they want. It is almost impossible to be free of the notion of greed within all of the races...but I do thank you for your kind words of my abilities, even if you do not believe it to be magic."Orrin said, laughing softly when Lara found their gear in the wagon. It wasn't so much her finding the stuff before Bastel....it was more of the fact Bastel had somehow managed to get himself stuck in a hole on the side of the church while looking everywhere but the most obvious place."Bastel, your gear is over here, not in the hole, you silly halfling!"He called, taking the gear from Lara with a small thank you.<br/><br/>"A halfling I am, but I am not silly, elf!"Was the muffled, teasing reply as Bastel struggled furiously to get himself out of the hole, managing to push hard enough to land him flat onto his back. He quickly scampered to his feet, brushing the muck and dirt off of his now stained tunic and pants. quickly tightening his braid, he grabbed his things from Orrin and immediately rummaged through it. He pulled out a piece of paper, a map, to be precise!