One by one, the party members seated themselves into the boat. The journey back to the bridge was uneventful, and the party passed their deceased ally on their way back, barely recognizable from the other decomposing puddles of ooze on the ground. A brief moment passed where some of the party paid respects to the fallen ally, but they continued on their way.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, it was evident that a large number of people were outside. A quick surreptitious check would reveal that there were soldiers at every nearby exit, and the front doors were open, having been burned away previously. No fewer than a dozen people could be spotted outside, almost entirely human. From the lights of the torches some carried or cantrips on others' weapons, they appeared well-armed and well-trained. They also were all dressed in the Bourgund uniform that had been seen earlier during the parade. Night had long since fallen, and by anyone's guess, dawn was probably just around the corner.

Just inside the front doors of the cathedral stood a redheaded woman dressed in a chain shirt, seemingly awaiting the group's arrival. Next to her was Lex, manacled and disarmed, standing stoically and patiently. "That's them," he said as the party entered the light shining from a pendant about the woman's neck that looked like some sort of holy symbol. "It's okay," Lex continued. "They're sent by the General. I think enough people have died today."