The human nodded at Keystone as he finished the spell. The elf's skin took on a darker shade of grey, his limbs stiffening.

"Restraining spell," the wizard explained. He gestured to the animated construct, who seemed unaffected by the half orc's powerful incantation. The entity walked over to the fallen elf and lifted the stiff onto one shoulder, keeping hold of the blade in its other hand. Without as much as a word, it started back for the chapel.

The mage kept his guard up around the two, but seemed much more relaxed now that there was no immediate danger. He motioned for the two mercenaries to follow him back into the chapel.

"I ask of you to not touch anything inside, including my friend over there and his blade. You are in no danger, but touching that weapon will put you in much the same predicament as it did him, " he explained, quickly bridging the distance to the door. There was a faint shimmer around him and his mirror image, as if he wasn't entirely corporeal.

The inside of the chapel was surprisingly large, bigger than the outside would suggest. The walls were lined with various shelves full of spell components and potions, and the only furniture aside from that were four empty stone alcoves, covered in dust. They could serve as seats if one was so inclined.