Guided by her angelic plight, still a little bit shaken by the recent events that took place on the mountain, Aurelia is drawn to the nearest church. She was pleased to see the same was somehow true for most of her fellow adventurers.

She joined her party full of good intentions, but her eyes immediately wandered off towards the keys and the caskets. She had intended to inform everyone of what happened on the mountain. She had intended to ask what happened to the rocky one, and what happened to the rest of them since they had split up. She intended about the Old Worlds Club, the Void Archon, the seemingly masked chanting-yet-not-chanting creatures. She had intended what was up with the dead cat outside, the pantless ducks, the statues. She had intended to ask the party if they had considered the villainous Professor Vengeance's doubtful motivations...

... well she couldn't let that one pass...

"Have you considered the villainous Professor Vengeance's doubtful motivations?"

Her eyes gazed upon the keys and the caskets again...

"I'll take the French one!"