Father Beacom looked faintly surprised to be asked.  But nodded.  Even if it was the middle of the night, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to potentially gain a new follower for his goddess.  "Of course, of course,"  he said, starting toward the stairs, still fairly nimble for one of his age.

Cedric, seeming to catch on to Rockmar's plan to leave Felmer alone with time to poke through the crates, followed along, but slowly, giving Beacom & Rockmar time to get up the steps before saying "[i]We'll[/i] go see what's become of Tarquin."  He headed back outside.   The plan seemed to work and Felmer was left alone in the basement, but also without a light... 

Beacom motioned for the half-orc to follow him toward the front of the chapel, "The Goddess holds justice in one hand and mercy in the other. Which is to be bestowed upon her lowly followers in Justicia's own good time..."  he began, continuing with a long-winded prayer extolling Justicia's virtues, denouncing humankind's failings and begging for the goddess's mercy...