Though Orintur continued to stare daggers at the door with his hammer raised in a readied position, the High Elf's attention found itself divided between his duties and the myriad of hushed whispering around him. A man and a woman not too far behind him were speaking lightly, quite unfitting for the situation they were in. Some others spoke of loved ones that had not made it to the chapel, hoping that perhaps they had made it out of Kvatch. Orintur could not help but pity them, as he knew that Daedra were ferocious beings, and they were very thorough in their deeds, but he still silently prayed with them for the unfortunate souls that could not find their way to the sanctuary of Akatosh.

Suddenly hearing a commotion from outside, Orintur gripped his hammer tightly and advanced a single step, ready to throw himself at the foolhardy beasts that dared violate such a holy place. What he did not expect, however, was for a very large Nord and a tiny Imperial to run through the door. The fireball missed them all by mere inches, charring a bit of wall in the back of the chapel; Orintur was grateful for his luck, as he was certainly not keen on having another burn scar...

To Orintur's relief but ever-so-slight disappointment, nothing followed the new visitors through the door. The Nord went to the back to find his wife and child, and the Imperial woman asked for the priest. It was rather curious; what did she want with Brother Martin? Whatever her aim was, she was rebutted harshly, as Brother Martin staunchly refused to abandon the chapel and those within until the blasted hell gate was closed. Orintur could hear her irritated grumblings from the front door, and caught word of her indirect request for aid in closing the Oblivion gate. The first to volunteer was the small girl with a bird hovering over her shoulder, and a warrior, whose heels were guarded by a fierce-looking hound. Was Orintur about to let them all dive head-first into Oblivion alone? ...that was a rhetorical question, of course he wouldn't! The sooner the gate got closed, the sooner Kvatch could be purged of Daedra and other heretics.

"Excuse me, madam!" Verbally announcing his presence was probably unnecessary, what with the loud clanking and thunking of his heavy armor, but Orintur deemed it more polite than simply immediately interjecting. "If you are thinking of going through that hellish portal, I would gladly offer my assistance! This humble servant of Stendarr asks for nothing in return; I wish simply to rid the people of Kvatch of these foul creatures. All Daedra in your path shall fall to my hammer, and taste of the wrathful fury of the Divines!" Orintur wasn't certain that the guards within the chapel could hold out for long on their own, but if the gate did not shut soon, those uncertainties would be washed away by an endless stream of Dremora. He had to at least try...