Valentis watched upon the others as they fought, healing his wounds as he did- they seemed more than capable to handle their own engagements despite their losses so early into the journey.
After his wounds were magically fixed, leaving yet another scar upon his body he stood and was about to go once more into the fray, although by the time he made it closer to the remainder of the group the final foe had been dispatched, for their fight against the denizens of hell itself the group had come out of the fight relatively unharmed, nothing lasting or major that couldn't be fixed with a bit of restoration magic at the very least.
It seemed that the group they had dispatched was a fairly elite force, composing of at least some ranking Dremora, albeit very weak Daedra, in comparison to what the group faced after that fight, nothing was as threatening.

Valentis scholarly mind started to work a bit as he travelled with the group, as well as the somewhat mundane points raised by the young Bosmer, did the Dremora have an actual rank and file system, if so how did they go up in ranks? Was it to do with skill and mastery of the fighting and magical arts they employed? 
Or was it perhaps a bit more grounded with reality in favours and standing amongst certain high ranking officers got you the promotions - alternatively ranks could be simply a translation of race of Dremora, and a churl is simply a weaker Dremora in all forms that say a Kryneve...
Thoughts for another day, Valentis stated to himself, he would have to survive this place first, and ensure that his comrades too did survive.

The group finally made their way into one of the buildings, without a doubt the biggest one of the nearest surrounding ones, it's obsidian stone piercing into the dark skies, somewhere within the tower was unleashing a powerful beam of energy into the heavens, if this place could even host a heaven.
The place was lightly guarded, most likely due to the fact that they probably never knew thought that anyone would ever enter here with hostile intentions, which if so would only work to their favour as they proceeded.

After moving through the tower a bit the group stopped within a room that displayed exactly what would await their bodies if they failed, there was  a nasty smell in the air, the remains of that person was burnt to a fine crisp now, nothing more than charcoal that would steadily disintegrate as the flames continued to assault its surface.
The position they were in offered a dillemma.
A door was locked, and if there was one thing that Valen learned during his time in places alien to their culture, is that if a door was locked it probably couldn't be picked, their ideas of locks and designs of them would not yield to a lock pick, a key would be needed.

Valentis spoke up towards the group "I would think that the doors in this realm could not picked by conventional means, I know in Akivir that was very true, it's likely we will need a key of some sort to proceed, or maybe a hidden lever or something of a similar sort - we know little to nothing of this place and the despicable beings that inhabit it, barring their obvious love for inflicting pain its very likely they think nothing like us, we should not think conventionally when fighting or advancing through these lands. 
Perhaps we should attempt one of the doors that aren't locked, and try and make some progress."

Taking a brief look around the room Valen made his way towards another door before opening it a crack, a burst of stale air hit him in the face, it appeared to a bridge that lead to the outside, towards another tower - hopefully no one was afraid of heights.
Turning back to the group Valen gave a weak smile before stating. "Well, here's one way although I don't think it wise to go as an entire group across this way, would anyone like to volunteer to come with me, preferably someone with a stomach for high places."

Pulling the doors fully open he gripped his staff tightly and awaited for someone, to join him.