Gregario's brow furrows as he processes the news. Godrick, an enemy of the church... The old paladin is conflicted for a time. Aiding Godrick would make him an accomplice an enemy by extension. But after a moment, his path is clear. When he'd come to Zahvroma he was at his lowest and his faith had been weak. Now, even after the horrors this place had shown him, his bond with the Inheritor was the strongest it'd ever been and it wasn't the church he had to thank, it was Godrick and his brothers-in-arms. "It'd be an honor", he answers. Standing from his seat, Gregario finds that the weight of his years was just a little bit less of a burden alongside his new-found conviction. "I'll leave right away. Give my regards to the adventurers. I'd say my goodbyes but they're already dealing with quite a bit. I'll say a prayer to the Lady of Valor every day in their names." Sure. Sounds good.
"Enjoying a drink near the docks and being reunited with their friends. The orc's back as well and the damphir too. If I didn't think this place was damned I'd say the gods are watching over them", Gregario explains. "I'm glad to see the lords of Covington haven't driven you to madness. Valwick's done well under your leadership."
Gregario again found himself breathing a sigh of relief as the elf exited the tavern, in a rage, but at least without violence. After hurriedly finishing his drink (an effort that leaves the old paladin a bit dizzy) he shares a nod with Skaar and Sadanna. "I'm going to check in with Godrick. Gods know he must have given us up for dead by now. Be well."
Gregario puts up a hand to halt the defensive Arista but breathes a sigh of relief a moment later when the situation resolves itself. "This is Skaar. He's a friend and a noble heart. Don't let his appearance deceive you. It was by his request that I joined their quest in his absence", the old paladin explains.
Even though Sadhana had warned against the dangerous magic at work, Gregario is practically floored by the news. A month. He briefly wonders how much time would have been lost if they'd stayed in that cursed place a minute longer. "Have there been any visitors looking for us? From the fort maybe?" he asks Umina.
Gregario's head swims as he struggles to make sense of the scene he's just witnessed. Who was this Godslayer and was he an enemy or a potential ally? What did destroying the crystals have to do with him? The old paladin groans as he feels a headache coming on but centers himself for now. He had to get everyone out of this rotting place. "Come on, outside. Arista's right. We need to get back to the village."
Gregario grunts in surprise as the lizardfolk’s weapon strikes with deadly quickness, finding its way past his shield and into his side. The old paladin touches his wound briefly, willing it to mend before striking back. LoH: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 5) = 7 Sword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
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