Sigmund grumbled something as he flung his cloak back 'round himself. The hood left down, heavy boots plonked with each step against the floor as he closed the distance between himself and the other worshipers.<strong>"Chance and circumstance have a habbit of aiding the faithful."</strong>He replied, somewhat amused by the 'convenience' himself.<br/><br/>That look washed away when Jophery explained. Sure, perhaps in Hordo's eyes, the man was just a soldier and dying is what they did. But for every pillar of light that gets knocked down is one less keeping the darkness at bay.<strong>"He is ofcourse still refusing magical aid, correct? Is he stable enough to let me know where he was attacked?"</strong>