Rising fully, Ellis' hand drifts to the hilt of his mace then away. There's nothing here to wield it against. (Yet?)

"We need to be very careful here," Ellis shouts. The muffling quality of the spell might rob some of the urgency from his warning. He points grimly down at the mural. "That is Dumat, and nothing that's been done here in his name can be good."

They should leave. Adrasteia's proposal to reduce the entire temple to rubble is becoming more and more appealing, even if Ellis has no idea whether or not it's the right approach. But the margin for error, what they could possibly do if they aren't careful, has expanded alarmingly in the space of one fall down a set of stairs.