The elf sprinted out of cover in the pew, navigating the tricky tight confines quickly and with relative finesse before getting to open ground and breaking into a flat-out run.  She only hoped she would get there in time to see the priestess finally give them all answers willingly or unwillingly.  The latter was an unpleasant thought but, after her and her party had been nearly roasted alive, Ceria was hopping mad....almost like her hair was on fire.  A few singed strands fell to the marble floor in her wake.  


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Ceria dashes out of the pew (around the outside - SHUT UP!) and travels as close as she can to the rest of the group and the door.  All movement points used. Assuming all action points are too.


[@Ms Ravenwinter] is next for the halibut. 

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