The elder priestess looks rather surprised, at his casual mention of such powerful magics, but nods; anyone with a Ring of Regeneration, and powerful enough to survive injuries as extensive as his, likely had defenses to match. "Of course," she says, inviting him into the main chapel, to give them somewhere with a bit more room, than simply out in the hallway, and to allow her to illustrate with gestures to the statues. She recounts a brief summary of her people's history, of their long exodus across the planes, a story passed down through a thousand generations. This is only their most recent home, for the last five generations, though it is one of the more pleasant that they've found, according to the stories. She gives a brief overview of this region, a relatively fertile and green region, with few other sentient races, mostly small, tribal societies who don't bother them, and generally stay away from her people.