Bastel couldn't hide an amused chuckle as Lara joked about the foes that had destroyed just a little bit ago."Cheliax isn't the fashion capital when it comes to colors that aren't red and black....It is a truly dreary place, and I pray that someday, the good people can be freed from those devils!"Bastel said as he quickly pushed the door open, having a small bit of trouble with them because of his small stature. The halfling bounded out the door, glancing all around,"Seems peaceful out here...A clean escape from this place...A surprise, considering I was half expecting the devils to be having more of their friends waiting for us out here!"The alchemist joked, idling fiddling with a few colorful vials as he began to search the premise for their gear.<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">Bastel is taking a 20 on his search check since nothing threatens him. He gets a 19(-1 wisdom mod), but takes 20 minutes to find their gear. But Lara can find it faster with a DC 15 search check rolled.</div></div><br/>"You have seen their influence here....they are nothing to toy with or seek out...though many do."Orrin said with a sigh as they continued on their way. As they walked towards the door, the elf looked to Lara with a reassuring smile. "Do not feel as if that would stop it from healing your wounds. The magic does not judge, and neither do I, not feel compelled to say such a thing as it would be a block to my spells."Orrin said softly, offering her some solace...Orrin did not know what was wrong, but it did not seem all was well with the female warrior walking beside him."Yes, to see the sky would be lovely.... especially after this." Orrin said softly as they stepped into the cool night air. He looked up, feeling at peace with the night sky over him...<br/><br/>The sky was like a tapestry flecked with many small, glittering lights, a beautiful display undisturbed by the advancement of technology. The small church was made of a beautiful white stone, adorned with the holy symbols of Iomedae, which was a sword with a ring of light flashing from the blade itself, a call back to her time as a paladin when she was human. A dense forest surrounded them on almost all sides, the gentle noises of the wilds pouring forth from them like a lullaby. Parked next to the church, however, was a carriage with two horses attached. They whinnied unhappily, sensing that something was wrong with this little church alcove.