Valentis was one of the few that were scattered within the Chapel, and he was quite easily the oldest here - to them, what they saw was an old man clutching to his walking stick, stroking the fur of his fluffy friend.
It was probably a sad sight, the desperate hopelessness of age clinging to his heels, and despite that he had managed to survive his way to the chapel with those far younger, with much more of their lives ahead of them, Valnetis' life was essentially over, he was enjoying the most his final years had to offer, his healthy lifestyle probably heralded another decade of life in him, if he was lucky.

And despite that, despite the chaos that was ensuing outside, the death and destruction that has laid waste to so many lives, he himself had never felt quite so alive, this tense situation reminded him of his days in Akivir, where he was once full of life and wonder, poking the lands that no man has ever dared to go to off their own back.
And here he was, old and wizened with age, feeling as if he could take hell itself on.

A small whine and light nudge on his legs brought him back to reality for a moment, peering down to his friend, Valen gave Albert's head a little ruffle.
"Don't worry Albert; not even the spawn of Oblivion itself will do you any harm, I may be old, but my hands twitch with an excitement and energy I've not felt for a [i]long[/i] time, we'll get out of this, and when we do I'll catch us some venison, a small treat I think for the chaos today."

Albert gave a satisfying and happy bark, and resumed trying to get comfortable of the cold hard floor. Sometimes, Valen envied Albert, it'd be nice to live through a dogs eyes, not having to care about the world and happily going about whatever business they had. 
After giving his companion another little ruffle he looked around the room.
Poor souls, the lot of them.

Not entirely unlikely given the scenario there was a man fervently praying; it was evident by his attire that his was a paladin; men of the cloth that took up the righteous hammer of divine justice; typically associated with witch hunters, any manner of activity that broke the tenets usually resulted being on the opposite end of that hammer.
Seeing a sea of the very thing he sought to destroy, must really have took a toll on him.
Other than that there was a very capable warrior standing against one of the walls, with him too was a dog that bordered wolf, comparing Albert - who rolled over to receive a belly scratch, and the wolfish hound across the room was quite the contrast.
But he was evidently a warrior, anyone could see that, nobody however would know anything of the capabilities of Valen; the thoguht that he was actually one of the most skilled fighters here was almost as unlikely as the gates of oblivion themselves opening up outside the city.
Today, would be a day of many surprises. 

Then there was a Bosmer girl, and a male Imperial by the looks of it, or maybe a Nord... no he was not brutish enough in appearance for that - well whatever his race he appeared to be trying to console the girl with words of comfort.
Everyone here seemed to be capable warriors, or at least seen some sort of combat.
There may be a chance that escape seemed possible; with as few casualties as possible, if only the divines looked upon them with favour; and in his heart Valen hoped that they did.