Basil nod his head silently at the time, receiving his orders he seemed satisfied and spoke seriously. "Give me two or three days and I'll get going with the necessary force. It should be possible, but it carries its share of risks. We may try and send reports back through a courier at some point, if we can get someone far enough to send it without risk of being captured by enemy spies." He nod his head once more, then leaving the room.<br/><br/>As Gabriel entered the streets to visit the temple of Iomedae he might notice a few people talking here and there, but it seemed that while hushed tones were being used here and there, the people were looking a bit happier than in some of the past days. The lack of 'Protectors' seemed to have lightened people's mood somewhat, or perhaps it was more than that.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, as Gabriel entered the emple for Iomedae he was greeted by a strench of iron in the air and red splatter along the floor and walls. Father Thomason rested against the altar, with a dagger's handle still sticking out of his back. Iron eight-pointed star appeared to be the symbol and shape of the hilt, the knife sank deep into him. The old man was still alive, but he was the only one that was.<br/><br/>Around, a few young people that were wearing robes lay dead. Robes of acolytes. Priests in training? They had been slaughtered, holy symbols of Iomedae painted with blood and desecrated. However, next to father Thomason lay a woman on the floor eyes wide open, and blood dripping still from amidst her her hair. A bloody sword lay on the ground next to her, a morningstar next to Father Thomason at the altar. The old priest might seem blind but none of the priests of the Warrior Goddess were truly unprepared for hardships.<br/><br/>The woman on the ground wore a leather outfit, carrying a slender short sword, but more than that, she also carried the heretical eight point star on a pendant around her neck.