[center][h2]Tayronus Dale[/h2][h3]An Old Priory[/h3][/center]
Tayronus's knees ached as lay crouching near the rear of the group, his monochrome red eyes narrowing on the old priory. His heart hammering in his chest, and a small sheen of sweat beginning to form on the front of his head. As an inquisitor, he was trained to handle situations like these, in fact he was trained to handle situations of sorcerous nature which sometimes tended to be even more troublesome than the problem that currently faced them. And yet, he was still nervous. There were people inside, innocents and he didn't know what the goblins wanted with them. Ransom perhaps? It made the most sense, but who knew with those savages? Any potential mistake they made could come with a heavy cost and he didn’t want that on his conscious.

A black raven landed on his shoulder moments later. A shrill, hiss-like voice rang in his head. "I can't see much beyond those two guards out front," the raven said in Infernal.

"That’s not very good," he responded aloud in the same tongue. Tayronus then moved up, keeping himself low and stopped beside Captain Harrad, a hand going to his forehead to wipe the sweat as he reverted back to Common. “My familiar has the ability to go invisible. I can let it go inside and scout around before we do anything, give us a possible fighting chance to save these people.”