There was no way around that a fullplate clad holy warrior was both easily seen and easily heard when cutting her path through debris and cultists so Maricela's entrance into the defiled sanctum had lacked entirely of stealth, those she had not encountered on her way she was rather sure had fled. But her main concern had always been to stop the summoning, there was time to root out the evil cult after all, and that she seemed to have done as the temple was abandoned and the collar in question remained unguarded. Sheathing her favoured longsword in it's scabbard to be able to use both hands to remove the helmet covering her apple red hair the young paladin gnawed reluctantly on her bottom lip as her eyes rested on the necklace, her common sense still protesting the thought of putting a cursed item onto herself but at this point it seemed the best course of action. Putting down her helmet she started to remove her armoured gloves as well, the steel not nimble enough to secure the clasps so barehanded she lifted the collar to her neck, inching it in beneath the heavy neck guard to fasten it around her slender neck.