Grimaced and annoyed Felmer hanged his head, although honestly he didn't expect much to be here it was still quite disappointing. He really hoped the Priest wasn't actually this callous in his beliefs against the towns fate. Slowly turning his eyes upon the armoured vest. "Hmm." He picked up the shimmering metal shirt and shook it. "It's quite light for chain mail." 

[i]"We're headed back to the great hall.  You ready?"[/i]

Felmer gasped, realising that a lot of time had been wasted on this pointless endeavour of his. He hesitantly snagged the armour; not sure of whether or not to take it, and also pocketed a few of the documents as future reading material for the ship. Blew out the candle and proceeded to sneak back upstairs hoping the Father had gone to bed and exited the church. Panting a little from anxiousness which had set in without him noticing, probably since he no longer had anything distracting his mind. "Ah! Cedric, y-yes. Let us leave this place. Whenever the group is ready."