An eerie quiet overtook Lex after the priestess gasped her final breath, one that made most of his other lapses into nonverbal communication pale in comparison. Having distanced himself from the rest, he idly considered the cathedral's massive interior, and occasionally paced lethargically back and forth before returning to the same position. Once again, his gaze fell upon the battered bodies laying unceremoniously on the ground. His gloves produced a low squeak as the maul's hilt pressed against leather, and his clenched fist slightly trembled.

 Though there was no time for contemplation, as the rest prepared to descend into some sort of underground compartment within the cathedral, with the more gracefully moving of their lot leading the way. He sluggishly followed, halting right beside the stairwell, and after a brief moment of stillness, he spoke.

 "Move ahead. I will descend to guard your rear. In a while. Quieter that way."

 His voice carried a strange, almost bitter tint to it, as if the paladin was unwilling to reveal the full extent of his thoughts to the rest, though that was usually the case regardless of circumstances.

 [hider=Really exciting, I know.]
Lex stands by the stairwell, and will descend once the rest of the group has reached the lower level and has moved a sufficient distance away.[/hider]