With the cover of darkness as his ally, Damien executed a masterful vanishing act right under the noses of the churchgoers.
His speech had hit them like a horror movie marathon, leaving them wide-eyed and jittery, as they suddenly grasped that the necromancer's lair was essentially just a stone's throw away from their cozy church haven.
Even if they weren't convinced, he was fully ready to leave them frozen there.
With all his affairs settled, Damien retrieved his belongings from the priest's office, feeling a sense of satisfaction as his "Monke" was safely back in his possession. He also indulged in a hearty meal, replenishing his energy for the impending challenges.
The Dwarf, although still wearing a grumpy expression, managed to muster up a half-hearted apology, his pride clearly wrestling with his begrudging acknowledgement of the situation.
He gazed at the starry sky. Even though the ground was on a shit show, the sky was as beautiful as ever.