Ishmael sighed as he moved off with Valken no doubt for behind him. Maybe even right beside him. "Mind the elf Valken, her anger has clouded her choice of words." He said in apology to her response about dark witches towards Fenn. "With your acute hearing you probably heard the whole argument before you got here. The witch over hasn't really tried to get along with anyone sense we have been down this sewers. Plus she might have a few emotional problems as well." He added. "She did lose two of her kinsmen to the monsters up there so forgive her." He then looked to Valken as his he continued from the way Valken and popped out from. "You know in all my line of work of slaying demons and I was never prepared for a full scale attack. If it were only a few demons I could have handled them. I failed the church in my mission." He didn't know why he said that. IT was not like he was looking for sympathy from Valken or anyone for that matter. He just wanted his self blame for the whole destruction of the city to be made clear. His great god in Heavan might forgive him for this failure but he could never forgive himself. 

 Cassandra held unto the necklace Ishmael had given her and as she heard his words mostly the part about him blaming himself she felt like saying something but wasn't too sure as if that would help or not. He might have just wanted to speak his mind. Letting words flow outwards is good for the mind even if no one talks back. Knowing that someone was there to listen was good enough. She smiled and looked to Jameson as she thought of that. How many days did she spend with him while he helped her. She was a nervous wreck when he found her and now look at her. A rogue at full health saving what survivors she was allowed of.