With the last gargoyle down Malkai changed out of his elephant form. He landed on the ground with a thud, but on his feet. Thankfully his wild shape healed his previous wounds, but getting out of wild shape always left him rather breathless. Notably, his formly dark skin tone turned into a pale green. One thing that his wild shape had a habit of doing: returning him to his true form instead of whatever disguise he had before. Malkai didn't notice it himself, and his mask at least kept his more orcish features hidden. But to anyone who could see the color of his arms, Malkai was looking green. 

All body parts accounted for Malkai was ready to continue on, hopefully getting the chalice soon. Unfortunately things weren't so simple. Where the chalice once was, a set of stairs took it's place. Jarvis was dead but for some reason laid to rest. He was pretty sure Falchion didn't have the strength to do that, nor did he know how to do that. The bird did return to Malkai with the dwarf's coin pouch however, which he pocketed quietly. And while some of the others might not want to disturb the dead, Malkai had no issues doing so. Jarvis was dead; he wouldn't need his things anymore.

That being said, the only thing Malkai took was his hammer. Not for any sentimental reasons: he intends to sell the weapon or at least make some use of it while he's here. He was tempted to get the dwarf's mythril chain mail, but that would mean he'd have to waste time stripping it off the dwarf's body. Not really something Malkai wanted to do simply because he didn't want to feel up the dwarf. After looting what he could grab easily, Malkai also took the time to don his hide armor. Masterfully crafted from the skins of a various wild animals he's hunted in the past, adorn with harden bones to extra protection, Malkai's barbarian looking armor was deceptively effective. The only issue was that it was better for cold weather instead of hot climates like the desert. But inside this temple, it was actually fairly chilly as there was very little sunlight here. The air was cold and dry.

Once equipped Malkai followed the girls down the stairs, figuring that the chalice somehow managed to get down there. Catarina's paranoia began to sprout, but Malkai was inclined to believe, partially anyways. True, none of the three were there to give Jarvis an honorable burial (Not that leaving him to rot is very honorable by any extent, but then again they didn't even do that much). But the idea that someone else was here before them seemed rather ridiculous. Because why would they be here? If they were after the chalice, then they should have already gotten it yesterday while the rest slept. Even if they knew the chalice was trapped and touching it would trigger the gargoyles, why would they want to run further into the temple where they no doubt will be killed by the mysterious things below, instead of simply stealing it, hiding, and waiting for the party to go past them before bolting for the door? No, Malkai didn't believe Catarina's worries about someone else being here.

That's not to say he didn't think no one took it. If there were gargoyles here, there are likely other immortal servants who knew that when the entrance was opened, the chalice had been found. They must have taken it during the fight, and fled down stairs. Malkai didn't really care for Catarina's stupidity, but after the lost of Alyssa and Jarvis, their party was dwindling dangerously. So Malkai had to catch up to Catarina and stop her before she went too far.

[color=00a651]"Calm down you fool. You will end up like the dwarf if you continue to act so brazenly. It's likely that the further below is where a greater power then the gargoyles we faced lay. Something directly related to the chalice, likely some sort of demon of this temple's god. You will die if you face it alone, and you certainly will if you run into every trap between here and the chalice. Without Alyssa we have no way to reliably find and disarm traps, so stay. With. The party."[/color] Malkai let Catarina go to make the choice herself. She can either do as he says and stay with the group, or continue to act on her paranoia and run off ahead. Malkai said his piece, and thus it was now Catarina's choice.