The chastising bard finally descended with the foreign duo. 

Though, the wardens of light were, in fact, sojourners themselves, aliens to not only the maturing darkness but the very world that housed this very reliquary, in which the remnant now sought repose from within its hallowed walls. The monk, in particular, sat in full meditation, flinching and murmuring, by a likely engrossed vision.

"An abjuration? Odd... but... it looks like someone entered? Or did they leave? Or was it both?"

Such an eavesdropped danger, invoked by the gnome, local to the majority of the troupe still provided reassurance that inactivity was mandated by the [i]Hall[/i]. An obedience to relaxation developed sluggishly only as a distant luxury to the reincarnated Aasimar, routinely dedicated to battle, exchanging individuality for purpose. 

Pen for sickle. Papyrus for shield. Longevity for brevity.

Her former existence quite frequently delved into tomes and volumes, sucking the indigenous ichor from the very ink that plagued and paged such capacious digests, in the libraries she individually once called home. Now a redundant contradiction as she silently pulled the spellbook, walking, reading and yearning for a swift arcane recovery before the sealed door beneath soon loosed its disturbing croak, releasing behind its frame, the extraneous unknown, which many aimlessly searched for, in the hereafter. 

Her legs tired, forcing her to plop in a dusty corner, benefiting most from the sickle’s overcast radiance. 

Footsteps and then a furry arm caught her wandering eye, from above. They combined palms, allowing Katia to physically elevate the cleric from her thoughts, oblivious to the emotional torment the Tabaxi just stirred from.

[color=ec008c]“Joining this sacred militia took centuries of scholarship and conformity. From me. Now, Cesar desires to sever that connection with the snap of his briny fingers."[/color] The diviner sighed. [color=ec008c]"A pity. Companionship robs only those who are wealthy of its awareness.”[/color]

[Hider Mechanics]
Wick walks and reads her spell book during her short rest, while she replenishes her Warlock slots and 1 of 2 of her Wizard’s slots, thanks to Arcane Recovery. She allows Katia to raise her from her book, by her side.
[/Hider]