As grim as things are, it seems that some deity at least had their eye on you today. The area in which you've fallen is mostly empty, with no nooks or crannies in which creepy crawlies could hide. Piper notes that the rubble that has fallen down behind you has ensured that nothing can chase you from the surface, and nothing should continue to collapse. There is an iron and hardwood door to the south that has remained intact, and can be bolted from your side.<br/><br/>All in all, if you wish for a secure place to rest and heal, you couldn't ask for a much better one given the circumstances.<br/><br/>M'iaq is certain that there would be no way to escape to the outside of the city from the cathedral. It lies about as far from the eastern walls as one can get, and is no closer to the northern or southern ones.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=58721&amp;d=1377783498&amp;thumb=1)</div>"Oh... oh dear," stammers the elf, "this is not good. The last I remember was the Storm Lord attacking. I saw a streak of flame... and then we fell."<br/><br/>The elf shakes for a moment before regaining his composure, speaking with greater confidence.<br/><br/>"I am Aravashnial of the Blackwing Library, formerly of Kyonin. While this injury is a annoyance, and inhibition, I have no intention of allowing it to stop me. We should heal what injuries we can restore anyone's magic that we can, and then get moving. If we can reach Blackwing Library, we may be able to find other survivors."<br/><br/>Anevia screams in pain as she attempts to stand on her leg, which is clearly broken. She takes a moment to breath after collapsing onto the ground, then speaks.<br/><br/>"I know some of the cathedral's layout if we can reach the main floor, but I never been into the catacombs. My wife and I have a small house in Eastern Kenebras. I know she's not likely to be there, but I have to check once we reach the surface."<br/><br/>The human male snorts sarcastically. "You're all rubes. If you are looking for a safe space to whole up a cottage, even one of such a rising star as Irabeth, or a library offer no protection. I am Horgus Gwerm. I have one of the greatest fortunes in the city. I have a mansion that is locked down with dimensional wards, because I am not a fool. And I always pay my debts."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jLIHpJs.png)</div>There is a moment of tension. Clearly, these people know one another, and there doesn't seem to be any love lost between them. After a moment though, Horgus sheathes his rapier and breaks the tension by continuing to speak.<br/><br/>"Anyhow, focusing on the present, it looks like these two didn't make it," he says, kneeling down by the two fallen knights, "Seems odd though. They wear the garb of the knights of Iomedae, but I've never seen them wield a combination of a glaive and spiked gauntlet."