Tarquin lifted his hands apologetically. "Now now, good father. I misspoke. I did not mean to imply that you have not been doing your divine duty. Please, forgive me, father." The tall elf made a little bow. "Maybe after this all is said and done you'd tell me more about your fair goddess?." He suggested politely as he followed the others down to the basement.

Calmly the bard examined the painting for a good while. "A warhammer? Father Beacom... Has Justicia been often depicted with a warhammer in hand?" Tarquin had heard of the dual nature of some gods and goddesses, but in his opinion this little detail just did not quite fit. The tall elf adjusted the golden ring slightly and clinched his hand to a fist again. Soon the bright green light ball illuminated the basement.