[@Gordian Nought]
[center][h3]Storage, second floor[/h3][/center]
Falconmoon raised both an eyebrow and his chin as he heard the conversation held between the druid and Kyra had been intended to be held with him instead of the younger priestess. He was not exactly sure if he could believe what the druid had to say, but before he had the time to ask more questions about it, the man seemed to go on into some sort of shock and interrupted their own sentence in a tone the priest had heard but once before: It was the same tone as the one he had heard in the female voice in his illusion.

Now more intrigued, the old priest stepped forward, raising his holy symbol with his left hand while holding his right extended towards the druid. "Child, I see your mind is in a difficult place. Can I aid you in some way?" he asked of him, child of course being a funny term to use, although Falconmoon was still quite likely the older man in this situation. The druid could easily answer with what they had originally intended to tell, their will to seek freedom from the nightmare their mind split to two was to them. To these words, Father Falconmoon nodded and raised his symbol higher while stepping close enough to place his forefinger and middle finger onto Torus' forehead.

It had been a good while since he last called upon Chauntea to grant him strength in spellcasting since that had been an integral part of Kyra's training, to build their link with the Goddess, but her link would not be strong enough for something like this. To be frank, he could not be sure if he could do it himself... but he was willing to try helping a man in need. Drawing a rose in the air with his holy symbol, Falconmoon recited the words of prayer loaded with the power of [i]Remove Curse[/i]. How that would affect Torus' two minds was uncertain, but the priest did his best to help.

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[@Norschtalen][@Lucius Cypher]
[center][h3]Basement, guard station at Old Tunnel entrance[/h3][/center]
The masked man the priestess and barbarian were conversing with listened to what they had to say before barking a few words behind himself in undercommon, receiving some answer back from the shadows. The pair of would-be heroes could not understand a word they were saying, but received the synopsis of it in a short few moments as the man shook his head and said "No." Nothing more than that, a simple gesture and one word in Common. He stood stalwart on their path, keeping them from reaching their goal.

If questioned further, which would undoubtedly happen, the man would raise the lid of his vocabulary a bit higher, allowing for a little more thorough explanation: "Official business only. Get permit." His accent clearly leaned towards Orcish and he obviously had trouble expressing himself in Common, but the matter was simple enough for the explanation to be understood: They would not be letting the pair of adventurers outside without prior approval.