"Yes, let's."
Dropping his invisibility power, Vinoh Madren steps into full view of his comrades, whom he is especially glad to see. He then casts a glare at Attrah:
"Well, it would seem that someone couldn't keep up... nonetheless, the collective magic wielded by our group leaves a slight trail, which I was able to hone onto and find my way here.
Sadly, I haven't found neither Gell or Tower and I would strongly advise against going back to the catacombs. Our little spiff there seems to have stirred quite a few nasty things. However, I was able to find shelter near the freshest tomb, where Father Quadrial placed a crucifix. I was most thankful for that indeed! Held at bay, these... "things" were unable to approach. I then made my way here... Strangely, this place seems full of dimensional vortexes that feed off of each other. Looking out arrow slits and gashes in the walls, I saw very different landscapes.
Nonetheless, I'm happy to see you all! Even you, dark knight. It would seem that you confronted something here. What is this puppet-like monstrosity on the floor? Did you guys have fun without me?"
With that last remark, Vinoh smiles slyly, thinly concealing the great relief he feels with the discovery of his companions, which is underlined by the great dread he holds for the catacombs. Their way back was cut off, that much he knew for sure. The only option now was to press on.
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