Father Cross quietly followed the King's Squire out of his office, still not having bothered to learn the man's name yet or use it even if he had, staff making a resounding thud with each other step he took. The thuds matched with his left foot falling, masking the sounds of one foot step with the sound of a sturdy, if plain, traveling staff. Monks were fond of them, simple, useful, and could do some serious damage with a well placed smack. Still, he was anything but a frontline fighter, he left that to the crusaders and warriors of the world. Of course, his suspicions on the death of this place was confirmed as they discovered how large Ash truly was, and how much of it was abandoned and reeking of death. It was a familiar smell, but he spared the party his ruminations and chattering for now. They were on a mission, after all, he might as well pretend to be somewhat professional.

It did not take nearly as long as the Priest expected for them to reach a set of iron bound doors, and at the word of of arrival from their temporary, angry guide no less. Before he could say a word about opening the doors, a boot was put to them and sent them crashing open. Well, that was certainly [i]one[/i] way to open the doors and announce to anything within earshot that new arrivals had decided to come calling. Upon the question of who's first, Cross finally spoke up, speaking his suggestion in his own manner. [color=598527]"I would recommend our noble Crusader lead, as you mentioned her prowess in the lead. Then, our exhibitionist friend here, followed by this humble priest, and lastly our man of science. You can fit in wherever you see fit, good King's Squire."[/color] For now, at least, his tone was calm and collected, letting the assembled decide on his suggestion however they saw fit.