Vallineral is thankful that his armour will provide some warmth in the decline of temperature. This land is not as temperate or arid as his home. Upon reaching the temple he does a simple gesture to depict goodwill to The Sovereign Host, though he himself does not follow their creed. Upon stepping in and being addressed by Brother Klithus, the elf gives a solemn bow. "I bid you good day." He says to start. "My name is Vallineral Yrranor, and my journeys have been long. Yesterday a dread creature attacked the folk of this village and I wished to know how they have fared and if their wounds have been treated."

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 Inside the temple.

"Oh! I see " says the cleric "You are the foreginers that killed the creature. Thank the Host you were there. I thank you for your bravery. Unfortunately two of the wounded passed away during the night. Their wounds were too grievious. " he drops his head a little bit, closing his eyes. Now Varinellal can see that the man looks really tired " Fortunately the rest of them are recovering and most of them had only bruises caused by the fleeing crowd. We still have two of them recovering in the temple. " 

Outside the temple: 

Anatol puts himself between two buildings in a narrow alley full of shadows, hoping that will give him enought cover to reamin hidden. The cold breeze of the morning is chilling but he envolces in his cape and waits. 

It's not long since the rest had entered the temple that he sees a figure, covered in a cloak with the hood on, that heads towards the temple too. Nothing weird about her demeneaor and manerimms except that she doesn't unhood when entering the temple as the rest of the townsfolk does. It could be nothing and he could be beign just paranoid but still, he got this tickling feeling at the back of his head... 

"That is unfortunate to hear." Vallineral replies sombrely. "If you would allow, I would like to pay my respects."

Moravasti, walking along silently with Vallineral, admires the splendor of the temple. He nods and smiles warmly upon meeting Brother Klithus. Being within a place of worship and surrounded by devotees of various deities causes the monk to reflect on his time in the monastery on Sarlona. Pained to hear that other lives were lost in yesterday's attack, Moravasti feels compelled to join the elf in paying a visit to the wounded survivors.

Anatol will follow and keep an eye on the figure moving into the temple.

He quickly casts prestidigitation to make a mark on the cape, in the back, then cast invisibility on himself. 

Anatol will prepare a quick note while walking. He writes, "Followed. Beware. Finding who. Meet at the Twins' tavern a sundown." 

"But of course..." says the cleric and motion his hand to guide them towards the interior of the tower dedicated to his Godness. 

They pass a couple of chambers and he leads them down an alley and enter a room of fifteen by fifteen feet with two rows of beds along ech wall. In the oposite wall of the door there is a table, a desk just and under a big window that fills the room with light.A  couple of cabinets in each wall full of, apparently, healing supplies complete the furniture of the room.

In the beds to the right there are three human and a halfling. Two of the humans are facing up and are pale and  the temples full of sweat due to the feber. They broth breathe quickly and weakly. They are obviously suffering some kind of disease. The other human is, aparently asleep, turned over his right side, so they can only see his back. The halfing is already poking helped by an acolite that holds a bucket in front of him. 

To the left there are three beds occupied, leaving four free. In the nearest one there is a dwarf with his right leg inmobilized and resting over some cushinons to keep it elevated. The other  beds are occupied by the survivors of the attack. They had bandages, with stain of fresh blood, covering their wounds. At the farthest bed rest the woman that the guards thought was dead. She is uncounscious and they doubt she is still alive for her chest barely moves when she breaths. 

"These are the ones that we are more worried about. Specially her. She is a fighter, that's no doubt, but we haven't been able to make her wounds close... " says Klithus.

Meanwhile Anatol tries not to lose the enigmatic figure in the interior of the Temple.

(Please Anatol make a Perception check ) 

Knowing he can do little more than offer words of comfort and kindness, Moravasti approaches the unconscious woman and makes an attempt, telepathically, to communicate to her. May deep rest give you great strength. May your will to live overwhelm the specter of death.

Vallineral requests to inspect the wounds. As a paladin, he has a little bit of combat medic knowledge. He also has miracles gifted for alleviating non-damaging effects (Lay on Hands/Lesser Restoration) as well as fixing wounds.

Medicine: 5

Edit: Welp, guess he knows nothing.

Perception 22

Edit: Let's just say we are on a roll

( OOC:  Moravasti please make a WIS ST for me )

Vallineral will also expend a use of Divine Sense in order to check if there is any other abnormalities or extraplanars within the vicinity. Spoiler for class feature text.

Wisdom saving throw for Moravasti: 8

(Rolling again, using advantage provided by Kalashtar's dual mind trait: 19)

The elf can't see well the wounds inflicted by the creature, and he dares not to lift the bandages to check them. He, however closes his eyes and concentrates, and he felt a faint tingling on his fingers... focusing on it, he notices that the feeling is more pronunciated in the fingers that nearer to the wounded woman. 

Moravasti tries to reach out the woman's mind, to give her comfort and he is surprised by what he found there. After the previous day, he was ready, however, and this time is able to stop the cascade of emotions that flows from her. Pain, fear, unbearable pain. Even with his mental defenses high he gasps with it intensity. The images that he receives are very similar to those he saw yesterday at the orator's mind. Horrible scenes of murder, massacres and plunder. He notices, that between those horrible images, there are quick flashes of a woman, kneeling with her hands against her head and crying. 

Anatol follows the figure inside the temple but when he enters it, he almost collide with a group of vassals that are exiting it in that very moment, they do not see him, so they think they had the door free. When he is able to enter the temple the figure is nowhere to be seen. 

Moravasti, deeply troubled, severs the mental link he created with the dying woman. He then reaches out to Vallineral telepathically, not wanting anyone else in the room to be made aware of what he just learned. I saw and felt the hatred and horror in that creature's mind yesterday, Vallineral. I now see the same in this woman's subconscious. Could we have another attack on our hands? Be watchful.

The monk grants the elf the ability to respond telepathically, if he so chooses.

Anatol will go look for the hooded figure

He casts detect magic to pinpoint his mark.

Ooc: In my mind Anatol would recognize his mark and be able to detect it easily. 

Anatol:

 The wizard concentrates in feeling the knots in the wave that marks its use by mortals and inmortals alike and focus in the particular pattern that he knows his own manipulation of the wave leaves on it... he senses various auras overlapping in the building, the huge symbol floating over his head in the center of the temple appears bright on his vision now, but he focuses and glances around the different halls that seems to lead to each tower and he finally senses his mark in one of them, almost at the end of his senses. 

Fortunately there are several people at the temple right now and he was in a corner, so nobody seems to notice his sudden appearance.

He follows it and he finds himself in the archway that leads to the tower dedicated to Dolosh, God of Trickery. There he sees the figure entering the tower.

I cast invisibility once more and follow. 

Anatol: 

The figure crosses a room that seems to be the main altar to Dolosh, and enters through a wooden door in the left wall, closing it behind. 

There are two people sit on the wooden benchs that aling at the walls of the temple. A young woman dressed in dark clothes and a old man, withered and with a few long hairs dropping from his head and a white beard. He leans over a wooden staff and says. 

" How may I help you young one? " 

He turns his head towards Anatol and looks at him with pupiless eyes. It seems that the man is blind. 

The young woman doesn't pay attention to him apparently.