The atmosphere in the party was somewhat subdued.
Only Ale would occasionally mutter something in Elvish as she walked. Although Colin couldn't understand Elvish, the girl's flushed cheeks said it all—chances were, she was badmouthing the Church of Morninglord.
In the quiet atmosphere, Colin's mind began to wander again.
In the past, when dealing with those Evil Demons, he always felt he had nothing to worry about as long as Orelia was by his side.
After all, that Priest could smell the stench of the Undead from dozens of miles away on the World's Roof. She could also detect the Devil Cultists hiding underground and had been quick to notice the Cultists in Three Bays City.
But a few days ago, when facing that group of Demons, they had been completely helpless aside from piecing together various subtle clues.
